There are some days that parenting is just like, “Whoa, God. Where in the heck are You? I mean the kids are driving me crazy!”
I worry about their behaviors. I wonder if my children are the only ones acting like this. I visualize massive failure as a parent.
Then, there are other days where it is like, “Wow, God. I feel You in the warm embraces of my young ones. I see You in their innocent and beautiful faces.”
I cherish the sweet moments of softhearted notes left for me. I hear their whispers of curiosity about life, and I realize that I am a good-enough parent.
Most of all though, I realize that parenting is not black and white. It is not even grey. It is full of color.
There are over-the-moon moments when I think to myself, “Yes! That lesson was learned!” There are also moments when I cry into my pillow saying, “No…no…this cannot happen again.”
These are the moments when I realize that maybe God is the most present.
For in these moments, I catch just a glimpse of the complexity of our relationship with our Father. There just may be moments when He thinks, “Yes!” Yet, there also may be moments when He thinks, “No…no…not again.”
At the end of it all, one thing is certain. Parenting requires daily attention. It requires humility, admitting our own faults, and faithfully remembering that God’s got this.
He knows our struggles. He also knows our children’s struggles. He, too, is a Father. Remembering that, my soul says, “Wow, God. Just wow.”