I'm an imperfect Mom, I'm saying this because I'm being real with you. I screw up EVERY SINGLE DAY(ask my children). I'm not just talking about someones lunch not getting made or a field trip form that forgets to go in the back pack (although those things happen enough). I'm talking about, I don't always listen when I should. I don't always take advantage of those teachable moments, I raise my voice after telling a child to do something for the 10th time. I lose my patience. I get frustrated. I want to lock the door in the bathroom and hide (but I can't because I don't have a lock on my bathroom door). I'm not a perfect Mom.
Somewhere in all of that imperfection is God's perfect grace. Somehow in all of our emotional mess God has had his hand on my children and on me and on my husband. Somehow God has cultivated an amazing bond and love that my children share. It could be age, gender, birth order, but it is more than that. God listens to our prayers, his grace is perfect, and he loves us.
I tell Katie and Ian often to treasure the special gift they have been given. To nurture it to hold on to it.
I will pray for my children. I will pray that they get an A in that class and I will pray that they don't get hurt playing football at recess. More important I will pray for their hearts. I will pray that they will grow closer to God everyday and that they will see him a little bit everyday. I will pray that their love for one another will grow and mature.
I'm an imperfect Mom, so I pray.