I am a Good Mom

I am a good mom. 

I have to remind myself that, like, all the time. 

The mom guilt starts setting in, and I start believing the lies . . .

“I lost my cool again. I’m going to scar them.”

“Gosh, did I make the right decision there? Or am I going to mess them up for life?!” 

“Oh boy, I can’t believe I forgot to brush their teeth. They’re going to get cavities and it’s all my fault. I really should feed them more healthy foods, too.” 

“Yup, the T.V. was on too much today. I’m the worst mom ever.”

You would think I WAS the worst mom ever with the way I talk to myself. The mom guilt is real, and I hate when Satan starts coming at me with the lie that I am the worst mom on the planet. 

And so, I have to remind myself . . .

“I pray over my kids every morning, noon, and night. I am a good mom.”

“I say ‘I love you’ to them so much, they probably get annoyed by me. I am a good mom.”

“I take them to all kinds of activities to ensure they’re socializing . . . and learning . . . and having fun. I am a good mom.” 

“I have a lot going on, but somehow, I’m still standing. They’re still standing. I am a good mom.” 

“I am a mom who relies on Jesus and who is continually pointing my kids to Him. I am a good mom.” 

“No, I’m not perfect. I mess up. I make mistakes, and need Jesus’s grace. But I am still a good mom.” 

(Not that this is an exhaustive list of what a good mom looks like. It’s just me over here, talking to myself. Combatting the lies with truth.) 

Over and over again, I have to remind myself. Because over and over again, the mom guilt starts creeping in. 

I start looking at her. You know her – the other moms. The moms that look like they’ve got it all figured out. And I start comparing myself to her and that’s where (yup) more mom guilt comes in. 

But God didn’t pick her to be my kids’ mom.

He picked me.

And so, I have to remind myself over and over again . . . 

I am a good mom.