Every mother has them, I'm sure. Moments when you feel like a failure as a mother. Moments when you feel like others might be judging your parenting ability and finding you lacking. Feeling like you shouldn't feel like your child's behavior reflects on you personally, but feeling like it does. Wondering "what am I doing wrong, and what have I neglected to do right?"
Our youngest child, who thankfully cannot read this blog yet, has tried our patience lately. Yelling, testing limits, mean words, slamming doors, angry faces. We have been pulling out every tool in our discipline arsenal, without much improvement. Most of the time he chooses to act sweet and loving, but there are some challenging moments. As I write, he is in cool down/time out, yelling that I am the rudest and meanest mom on EARTH. Or maybe in the UNIVERSE!
Last night was a low. We had invited a new family in the ward over for family home evening. This family has two children, both younger than our youngest. We prepared a really short, interactive lesson, and the two visiting boys sat relatively still and participated. Our son's behavior was not good. Embarrassing, even. Dan and I talked later that night about what we can do differently to encourage him to make better choices and feel more in control of himself. We came up with some ideas, and we'll keep on trying, and I'm sure he will grow up just fine.
But, this is what is on my mind and in my heart today. Each of my kids his or her own concerns, worries, or struggles. Sometimes the struggles are really loud and obvious, like a 5-year-old temper tantrum, and sometimes they are very quiet and need a gentle voice to uncover. In other words, our kids are normal. Life is full of struggles. I try to be a mom who is close enough to my kids to know when things are hard for them. Sometimes I miss the clues, but I start and end each day with a plea to my Father in Heaven for help. I ask for discernment and patience and wisdom.
I guess I always incorrectly assumed that by the time I was a seasoned mom of four I would have at least a few answers figured out. The problem is, each child is such an individual, and it seems like the "rules" for each child change from day to day. And sometimes I've completely used up my patience by 9 a.m. I am humbled daily by my inadequacy.
This is what I do really know, and I need to remind myself today.
**Mothering is not about ensuring a "perfect outcome", because who am I to say what is perfect, anyway.
**I do not and should not have control over my children's agency. The only part I can control is what I put into mothering.
**When I am completely out of answers, I can never go wrong by giving a hug and saying "I love you."
**Sometimes the best cure for mothering frustration is for me to walk away, sit in my darkened closet, and eat a Girl's Scout thin mint cookie. Or maybe two or three. So I think I will try that . . . . right now.