I've never done anything as difficult as being a mother. Well, the first part of motherhood - the physical part - that was tough. But it was incomparable to the rest of it.
There's this ideal mother I want to be, and then there's ... well ... me. Disappointing at times. I understand why my children will look at me after they've made a mistake and say in response to my "Why?" - "I don't know?"
I don't know why I do the things I do sometimes. I sure don't want to shut down a conversation with my teen so I can make a point. I don't know why I let work consume me, or get frustrated at minor things.
I get what Paul said in Roman 7: "I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do."
There's something else I "get" from the Bible, and that's the concept of grace. I need it in full measure being a mom.
"But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me." (2 Corinthinians 12:9)
That's really good news for me today, because I sure feel weak.
Being a mom is really hard work. I'm so glad God's given me grace. Maybe I need to accept it more.