I don’t recall praying to practice patience

It’s funny how kids wreck your idea of how things should be.

Two of my children this weekend impressed me with their sudden grown-up like behavior. Another is still young enough to be considered In-Training Mode.

And the last one, old enough to know what is expected?

Disrespectful. Disobedient.

My reaction?

Anger. Frustration. Embarrassment.

And I know what the real problem is… my pride.

I worry how I look in public.

I hate looking like a bad mom.

I despise not having it all together, undone by a Little Person in my own tribe.

Am I the only mother who needs to let go of the idea of perfection and control?

I suspect I’m not.

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