Teri Miller, a fellow SDG sister, has started a new venture for mothers called Mommy Sabbatical. It’s more than a blog, it’s an invitation to rest. I love her mission statement:
Mommy Sabbatical, LLC offers a variety of restful, rejuvenating retreats, designed to encourage, educate, & empower women to love the Mommy they are.
But even if you can’t get away today or this week or even in the next few months, she’s tiding you over with some words of hope and encouragement to fuel you today on your mommy-hood journey. Today, I am honored to share a post from when my daughter first started on her year-round swim team.
Here’s a little tidbit to get you started…
You, my oldest daughter, eight years of age, began protesting about going to swim practice. Full-blown melt down, I tell you, filled with words like this:
“You’re a mean mommy! If you were a nice mommy you’d let me stay home.”
(Tears) “Why can’t you let me miss just one class?”
“I’m not good enough. Coach Steve said “perfect” to me only once. I am so bad at swimming. Everyone else is better!”
“I’m not going. Ever. Again.”
And my personal favorite: “You don’t understand how I’m feeling!”
Oh, sweet child of mine. I understand all too well. And if I hadn’t been under the thumb of the enemy just yesterday, I would have just chalked all of this up to disobedience. But God is faithful and He doesn’t waste anything, even the bad stuff. He used my own war with the liar to help me spot the lies coursing through your mind. You see, I know that:
You think if you can’t do something perfectly, there is no reason for doing it at all.
You think that if someone else is better at it, you might as well quit because being the best is all there is.
If you hear one comment that you interpret to be negative, that’s all that really matters. Positive comments mean almost nothing when you throw in something that you did wrong, or could have done better.
Head on over to Mommy Sabbatical to read more…