One of my biggest realizations as a mother is when I was able, finally, to internalise the idea that my kids are not here to make my life easier. I ought not to make rules so they don't annoy me, or do things that I find tiresome, or whatever. Rather, it is my job, as the mother, the adult, the Christ-bearer, to help them learn how to live their lives. Not that I should ignore myself, but that they must be before myself in the list of priorities. And one way to make this happen is to understand that even my greatest, most beautiful ideals must bend to fit each of my children. I must not try to stuff them into the same molds, or to make them into mini-me, or even who I think they should be. I must put myself aside in order to help them be themselves, each one, individually, who God created him or her to be.
Lord, help me have patience, understanding, and gentleness in my heart and hands.
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