We have five kids. And here’s what I know…not a thing more than I did with kid one.
Well, maybe I’ve learned a few things…
-They’ll survive off chips and apples if I don’t have time to fix lunch.
-It’s okay if they go to bed without a bath (for weeks).
-Food with a little dirt on it is fine.
-Clothes can double as pajamas if necessary.
The bottom line…I really (please take this humbly) don’t give a rat’s behind what you think of my parenting.
I’m not kidding.
We fretted with Stephen. Always wondering if we were doing this or that right. Always scared of what you might be thinking. Always playing by the rules and re-reading the books.
But somewhere between grace crashing my life and kid number 5, we found freedom.
Freedom to love these kids so big. Freedom to do outlandish things for the sake of fun. Freedom to care more about what He says than what you are thinking.
I can’t control their futures. It scares the mess out of me. We have limited time.
And I don’t want to waste it worrying if I’m doing everything right.
I can’t. I won’t.
He loves them more than me. I see it in the cross.
They’re really His.
I’ll do the best I can. I’ll try to fix healthy meals. I’ll try to make sure their clothes match. Really, I will. I do.
But at the end of the day, you know Who’s approval we’re really looking for? God’s. Just His. Our Father.
And that gives us freedom to parent. Not for you. But for them. For Him.
Breathe deeply. You don’t have this parenting thing under control. Never will.
But He doesn’t make mistakes. And He loves these arrows more than we ever could!
“He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young.” (Isaiah 40:11)