Once there was this momma...

Once there was this mom who loved being a mom. She could handle the long nights, many different schedules, calming down a crying child... Some days she wished that her home could be a self-cleaner, money actually grew on trees and suppers prepared themselves so she could spend more time being attentive to her kids. But all that kidding aside, she loved her job. She was passionate about it. She read books, included mentoring and chose to love her family with everything she had. She made every effort to love, teach and guide her family as they were busy and growing. Seeing as though she has worked so hard to bring peace, balance and love in her home...it was a great surprise when someone volunteered to tell her that she was actually NOT doing a very good job. Yes, we all have blunt and sensitive people in our lives but without warning, without asking...without thinking before they spoke, this mom was told that she hasn't done all she could for her kids especially one in particular. This mom felt a dagger enter her chest. She was speechless and she cried inside for telling a momma that she isn't doing what it takes to raise a child...brings a mother much sadness. For she loves this child, she has spent many nights awake holding this precious gift. Her knees are blistered because of all her prayers for all her children. This mom never asked for a certain one's thoughts or advice that day. As the mom prayed for grace and self-control, this willing party reminded her that this momma was doing the best she could with what she had. What the heck does that mean? How can there be any happy after...after that?
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