The first thing that Micah and Juliet did when they entered the sandbox last weekend was set about trying to empty it ASAP. As a result, I made a really big deal out of keeping the sand in the sandbox. Today, Micah picked up the purple starfish and accidentally launched a chunk of sand out of the box; he immediately looked at me with a worried expression. I said, Youre okay, Micah, but lets keep the sand in the sandbox. Before the words had fully left my mouth, I started thinking, Was I too hard on him last weekend about the sand? ... Am I a mean mom? ... Am I doing a bad job? ... Why did I think I could start over like this? ... I proceeded to beat myself up for a few minutes by listing all my inadequacies as a mom. What I should have been thinking was, What a happy fact that Micah is able to remember that the sand should stay in the sandbox! [Note: I am NOT writing this post so people will chime in and tell me Im doing a good job, so please DO NOT do that.] My point is simply that I shake my head at how often I question my abilities, deny my talents and live in private insecurity, instead of persistently and confidently acknowledging and developing the gifts that I have been given. Why are we so hard on ourselves? Seriously, why? Its almost lunch time around here, and Ive decided to prepare grace sandwiches with a side of forgiveness fries; after that, Im going to feel good about myself for at least an hour.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 15:17:01 +0000
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