At least, I think they did. I was just a little busy walking in three minutes late and making sure my baby didn't take the lid off the permanent marker she found and monitoring trips to the bathroom & the drinking fountain and holding an almost 3 year old who can't stay in the same position for more than 4.8 seconds and telling my kids to turn around and noticing that my son was wearing jeans with a hole in the knee (even though I specifically asked him before we left the house if he had holes in his jeans) and trying to keep my 4 year old from whining and noticing that my 6 year old maaaybe didn't get her hair brushed
I wish I was joking. I wish so badly that I was joking.
We have six kids, people. Six kids under ten years of age. That's half a dozen. And can I let you in a little secret?
I literally....have no idea what I'm doing....pretty much all the time.
There. I said it. I have no idea how to parent. And if we've met in person and you've seen me interact with my kids for more than, like, two and a half minutes, you've probably already thought to yourself...
Wow. She literally....has no idea what she's doing.
And you're right.
I admire the people who have it all together. Those people don't usually have six children. And I'm pretty sure they don't actually have it all together. But if they really do, well, I admire them.
However, I'm not one of them.
Parenting is hard. Everyone tells you this before you have kids, but if you were anything like me, you probably figured you would be the first person on earth who would ever be able to handle it juuuust fine. And then you had kids.
I love my kids. I love homeschooling my kids. I love spending time with them. But most nights, after we finally get them all in their beds, I let out a little sigh and think to myself....
Wow. I have no idea what I'm doing.
Thank goodness I serve a big God. A big God who loves my kids way more than I ever could. A big God who knows their future far better than I could ever imagine it to be. A big God who gives grace to my kids - and to me - every moment of every day. I seriously have no idea how people parent without serving the big God that I serve.
If you're a parent and tonight you're feeling frustrated or overwhelmed or distracted or confused or disappointed or lonely or horrified over something your child has done, I just want you to know...
You are not alone.
There is a big God out there. And He sent his own child to earth to live a life of perfection. To endure a painful death in your place. To pay for your sin. And to place on you His righteousness. To give you open access to His throne.
There is no greater gift. No greater sacrifice. No greater news. And no bigger God.
There is no one who can come alongside you as you parent your child(ren) and replace your frustration with joy, your feelings of being overwhelmed with peace, your distractions with focus on what matters, your confusion with clarity, your disappointment with hope, your loneliness with friendship, and your moments of feeling horrified with encouragement for the future.
My God is big enough to do all those things. And He does them everyday.
This Easter, I am thanking God for the indescribable gift of His Son. And for all those incredible things He does for me every day as I stumble through this parenting journey.