Humbled and Emboldened

I recently spent an evening discussing the impact of becoming a parent. My fellow mom quickly agreed that it is an overall humbling experience. When your life transitions to sacrifice 100% of the time and you are left with barely enough time to shower, let alone think, you quickly die to self out of pure necessity. Interestingly, for dads, the experience is much different. The consensus was more of an emboldening and confidence building. If I can survive my kid, I can survive yours and just about anything else. Us moms were amused, but it did provide some interesting perspective on the roles that life throws at us as parents.

When the first two years have finally been surpassed and your child makes the transition from dependent to independent, all hell brakes lose. What was once a world revolving around them has now become a world where they must participate and contribute. This is also quite an awakening for parents. No longer are you keeping the kid alive, you have to quickly adapt to enforcing, instructing, encouraging and developing your little hellion into a well rounded future adult. Finding the balance between helping them pursue their natural born talents and providing guidelines for unacceptable behavior is a constant war that you are mostly winging.

In our house, dad gets the short of the end of the stick most of the time. He comes home from work to what can only be described as organized chaos and is thrown into a world that really only makes sense to mom. Perhaps this will be the season of humbling for dad and the season of exhausted, pillow screaming, emboldening for mom. As a toddler mom, my mind is repeatedly saying:

  • I CAN survive this day
  • I WILL help you become a better person
  • You are WORTH all the difficult, crazy moments

Having strength and patience on a constantly changing battlefield is both humbling and emboldening. Thank goodness for grandmas, Netflix, weekends and guilty pleasures. James 1:2-4 reminds us:

Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.

I take comfort knowing that these trials of parenthood will help me grow and by rearing and refining my little one, she will become strong and steadfast.

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