Being a Mom is Tough

A few weeks ago a good friend of mine posted to her Facebook page that she was going to do a bible study called Am I Messing Up My Kids? and asked if anyone wanted to join her. I thought for sure she knew I was a terrible mom and posted this just to make sure I did the study. You see, I have this theory that I was lied to about the terrible twos and it's actually the threes that make you want to pull your hair out. I've had a few less than proud moments since last August when Gibbie turned three but I'm always striving to change my attitude towards her. This bible study might be just what I needed.

Here I am, a few days into it and this morning was the worst we've had in a while. I blame being 16 weeks pregnant and hormonal. I blame being over tired because instead of going to bed at a decent time I still think I can stay up as late as I want and function in the morning. I definitely blame not being able to remember the last time I prayed to God for help in parenting. I in no way blame my three year old for being a three year old. After my little break down Gibbie climbed up on the bed next to me, tears in both of our eyes and said, "Are you sad, mama?" I said yes. "I'm sad too," she said then wiped my tears away. It was one of those moments that make you realize that you must be doing something right as a parent. How did she become such a loving and kind child?

My goal in doing this bible study is to remember what it's like to be three years old, to remember to ask God for help, and to remember how much I love being a mama in those less than proud moments.

My family is perfect for me and here's proof of just how awesome we are when we all get along: