Good Moms Don't Pass Out

I hold my breath so many times as a mom, it's a wonder I don't pass out.

I hold my breath

*to see if my oldest will eat the food I make him for lunch or throw it all over my floor

*to see if my newborn will stay asleep when I lay him down for a nap or bedtime

*when I change my oldest's diaper (mostly because I don't want to vomit, anyone else want to potty train him?), waiting for him to kick me in a fit of rage (why would he want to stay in that nasty thing!!??)

* when I hear Rhee stirring at nap time and selfishly hope that he goes back to sleep

*when I go to the store and hope neither of my kids have a nuclear meltdown with a half full shopping cart

*at a playdate, hoping my kid doesn't smack the other kid over a toy possession dispute

*when all is silent and I'm not sure if that is a good or bad thing

Truth is, many days I hold my breath trying to survive. Trying to live up to a set of unrealistic expectations I have set for myself. I often feel like a failure when I don't live up to these random set of rules I have made for myself. At the root of this is fear (and pride).

The past month I have really been reevaluating my daily priorities. I recently read that we should not be raising good kids but rather, functional godly adults. Will my kids and I fail each day? Yes, that's human nature. Are we defined by the road we travel? I believe not but by the grace God bestows on us in our failures.

So it's time breathe and be thankful for each day. We are not promised more than that so don't waste it.

In the big picture it's ok that I had to turn down a lunch date with my hubs because it has been a rough morning and I haven't yet brushed my teeth. I'm gonna stop holding my breath at what MIGHT happen or not and just be thankful for each moment.