When my Children Pretend to be Me

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My little humans have wild imaginations.  They pretend to be doctors, pirates, princesses, performers and chefs but the person they love to be more than anyone is me.  I know what you’re thinking, oh isn’t that sweet?  Well you would be right some of the time but the other times it’s just humbling.  When they are kissing each others’ boo boos or using their sweet mommy voice when asking for something I love it.  When they pretend to tuck each other in and they give hugs, kisses and rub noses my heart sings.

It’s the times when they bark orders at each other that I’m less than proud of myself.  Or when they clap their hands and tell each other in a serious mommy voice to hurry it up buttercup.  I’m never super excited to see them shake their fingers at each other.  Could I have more finesse when getting my kids out the door?  For sure, however some parts of this parenting thing are just not pretty.  Watching yourself played back through the eyes of your children is gratifying at times but also remarkably humbling.

It’s a lot of pressure being a parent.  We are constant teachers, modelers of good behavior, politeness and compassion but sometimes we have an off day and fall short of our own expectations of ourselves.  I’m betting my mom had days like these but I don’t remember them.  I remember the fun stuff she did with us as little ones.  I remember her having a snack ready for me when I got home from school and greeting me at the door.  I remember her sitting through hours of practices and tournaments.  I remember her letting us make forts in the living room.  I remember sitting down together as a family to have dinner more often than not.

Our children give us grace without even thinking about it, not unlike our Heavenly Father.  Now we just have to accept it for ourselves.  When we fall short, Jesus makes up the difference.

My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. 2 Corinthians 12:9

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