I’ve been in a bit of a rough parenting patch lately (to put it mildly). The reasons and the hows aren’t terribly important. Trust me. It has stunk.
Then, one right after another, came two occasions of grace.
The first was my husband reminding me, in a moment when I was sure that I was screwing up my children horribly and I couldn’t be a worse mother,
“God chose you to be the mother of these kids.”
It is terrifying and heartening all at once.
Then, some friends shared this beautiful article on Facebook. If you are a mother and you haven’t read it, you should. Right now.
Me? Yes. Me.
So, yesterday, I was me. Me happens to like to do projects. She isn’t very good about playing pretend with her kids, or (shudder) supervising elaborate seasonal arts and crafts activities, or even decorating for holidays at all, or playing sports, or going on nature hikes, but, she does like to make stuff, and so do her kids.
Sew, we did.