As a mom especially, it's hard for me to not have regrets or to wish I had done some things differently. I'm positive this will be a reoccurring theme for the rest of forever. Sometimes I find myself wishing I'd made different decisions or for a "do over", for some reason these wishes come to me in the final moments of each day while trying to fall asleep. Every single mistake I've made or dumb thing I've said. Sometimes, just from that day, or sometimes from years ago. I am not totally sure why my subconscious hates me and tries to sabotage good sleep.
Occasionally, like right now, I have these lucid moments where I'm grateful for the mistakes and the imperfect way things go. My perspective wouldn't be what it is now had things not been the way they were. And I'm thankful for that. Thankful for growth, and for a God that never leaves me and never stops teaching me. Thankful that I was designed for and handpicked for this job of 'mama'. It's freaking hard some days, some days it's
There may be others better at teaching, parenting, disciplining, funning, or you name it–
there is a not, never was and never will be, another person on the planet that could replace me. I was made to be Lincoln's mom. Designed for it, in fact. Handpicked for it. And I'm rocking it.
Thank you, Jesus. Your ways are perfect.
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