I toggle between two words when it comes to parenting.
Pride and Fear
On good days, I feel pride.
Yes, we’re doing something right.
Yes, our kids will make wise choices.
On bad days, I feel fear.
No, we’re not doing anything right.
No, our kids won’t make wise choices.
It’s a sticky spot. There’s a balance between pride and fear we can rest in. And honestly, our feelings aren’t up for the task of telling us where to land.
When I’m in the wrestling match between pride and fear, our kids get the punches. They get the mood swings. They get the “here’s a little freedom” versus “do what I say” versions of Mom at various, unpredictable moments.
I have the power to create a home in limbo or at peace. And it’s settled by my choice to rest in the stableness of God or the movement of my emotions.
The days will change. The kids will change. But He won’t. It is finished. For my kids and yours.
We fight our pride with prayer and our fear with faith. Because He is listening. He is steadfast. And His mercies are new every morning.
“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” (Lamentations 3:22,23)