Y'all are way too kind.
I'm so glad the definition of the "Best Mommy" award was this:
A mommy who joys in the job of raising little ones for the Lord.Rather than this:
A mommy who knows everything and is perfect.There are times I feel like a total failure. Like, well, today.
I took all five kids (plus a neighbor) to Walmart (mistake number 1). After acquiescing to sugar drinks all around (mistake #2) and hair care products we'll probably regret (mistake #3), I let the big kids supervise the little kids at the "Fun Center" while I finished up the actual FOOD shopping (mistake #4, although I did not give them any cash, and the little ones don't even know the arcade games need money!)
Around the chip aisle, the first basket started to overflow. I called my 13-year-old's cell phone (that's a mistake from way back) and asked her to bring me another basket. She casually mentioned that the 9-year-old was spending quite a bit of money at the "claw" game - you know, the one where you try to grab items like stuffed animals and cheap jewelry with an impossibly weak mechanical claw.
"What money is she spending?"
"She brought her birthday money."
"Let me talk to her right now."
I'll spare you that conversation.
My 9-year-old spent $18 (DID YOU CATCH THAT? EIGHTEEN WHOLE DOLLARS!!) of her birthday money. Normally a tightwad, apparently there was a watch she really (ya think?) wanted to win, so she kept plunking in more money. "Mom, if you'll just let me keep trying, I just know I can win it. I almost had it!"
My thinly veiled
(I love her so much I bodily removed her from the premises and temporarily confiscated the remaining cash!).
I heard her feeble attempts at telling me it was her own money, but I wasn't listening. Eighteen dollars, BLOWN! I felt compelled to let her know about the cheapness of the prizes, the evilness of the people that swindle little children out of their money in arcades, and even the fact that she could have BOUGHT that watch for less than eighteen dollars.
She was visibly dejected. And by the time we got through the checkout line, the amount of money down the drain had begun to sink in. On the trip home, I heard a small voice from the back of the Suburban.
"Mom, do you think there are any jobs I could do to earn some money?"
Why, oh why, did I get so upset with her? Reality was about to be her teacher, but instead, I had to go and ruin everything with a heated lecture.
When I tucked her in tonight, I started to apologize (again) for coming completely unglued earlier. She patted my arm (there might have even been a little roll of the eyes, but I'll give her that one). "It's okay, Mom. I know. You don't have to say anything."
I blew it. I feel bad. She knows it. She loves me anyway.
That's what keeps me going at this job.
Thanks for letting me share both the good times and the bad with you!
And He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
2 Corinthians 12:9