Wednesday, March 12, 2008
My boy was 7 and my girl was 6
Today is a typical day. I’m trying to get the kids to do their work and I’m failing. I negotiate, I coerce, I yell, I send them to their room and here I am feeling like a failure and a fool for thinking I could do this job of a homeschooling stay at home mom. I began homeschooling because I knew that my kids needed me to intervene somehow. Maybe I was wrong. My son, I can fight with him and I know what to do to win, but the more we fight the more I get the feeling I am losing the real battle. I know I’m not a bad mother, but I do admit that I am a mother baffled by what I am to do with these children God has blessed me with.
This was the low point of my parenting. It’s gotten better since that day. I just thought it was neat to see how desperate I was, how that desperation led me to Jesus and how He has been faithful to teach me how to be a good mother to my now 11 and 9 year old. There is still more progress to make, but it’s neat to see that I’m not in the same place I was two years ago. Be encouraged my sweet friend. You will make it. Half the battle is realizing you need help.