I want our kids to see me struggle.
I want our kids to see me cry, be tired, and not be perfect.
Why do I want them to see me like this?
I want them to witness first hand that being a mom or dad is hard work. It’s self-sacrificing work. It’s work that we love, because we love them.
I don’t want our children growing up thinking that I jump out of bed with a face full of makeup on. I want them to see the real, authentic mommy who has been up nearly half a dozen times with a nursing baby who doesn’t want to be put down.
I want our kids to know that I would rather spend money on their clothes than my own. I want them to see that it’s perfectly fine to wear clothes that are not necessarily “in” right now. I want them to see that I wear clothes that are second hand and that I’m grateful that I don’t have to buy something brand new and bust our clothing budget.
I want our kids to know that I shop at Aldi and Goodwill. I want them to know that we have a budget so that we can do fun things together as a family like go to the zoo or a museum. I want our kids to know that we can’t always get the newest fad because we are on a cash only budget.
I want them to see that life as a family has its ups and downs, but we are a family- we love each other no matter what. No. Matter. What.
But most importantly, I want our kids to know and feel the love of God in our home. I want our kids to see that God designed me to be their mom, and that He gave them to us for us to mold, shape and transform their hearts and souls for Jesus.
I want them to hear the prayers that we pray over them, to feel the words that we speak into their hearts, to see how their lives are directly impacted by God.
I want our kids to see me struggling, because really, who isn’t?