Remember the old woman who lived in a shoe? I'm a lot like her, with a husband and varying numbers of children in our 100-year-old farmhouse. This blog is about our lives.
Your column brought tears to my eyes. I, too, feel the ache of seemingly unthinkable regrets and failures, but sometimes I remind myself that if an all-knowing,always-just God forgives me, then I need to forgive myself! (And fortunately, children are also very forgiving!)We can't be forever beating ourselves up for not accomplishing what no mother anywhere ever has (perfection).-PC in VA
Thank you for your openness--I needed to hear this. Old regrets tend to blind me to the many joys I've experienced and the good that I have done. Thank you again. Blessings, Aimee
Thank you. What a gentle and grace filled reminder to engage in everyday life with my children. That even in my worst mistakes and worst moments they still have a mother in their life. My Aunt Edith Burkholder forwarded your blog to me thinking I would enjoy it - and of course she was right.
I love going to church with one exception. By the time I had been a mom for 6 years, I had enough failures piled up in my memory to make me HATE Mother's Day Sunday. I cringe inside and want to cry when I hear about how wonderful mothers are; especially when all my children are lined up beside me on the pew, surely thinking "That doesn't sound like MY mom" You made me laugh, and relax a little. Thank you.
Beautiful and moving. It was just what I needed today. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI needed that today--from another imperfect mom.
ReplyDeleteYour column brought tears to my eyes. I, too, feel the ache of seemingly unthinkable regrets and failures, but sometimes I remind myself that if an all-knowing,always-just God forgives me, then I need to forgive myself! (And fortunately, children are also very forgiving!)We can't be forever beating ourselves up for not accomplishing what no mother anywhere ever has (perfection).-PC in VA
ReplyDeleteThank you for your openness--I needed to hear this. Old regrets tend to blind me to the many joys I've experienced and the good that I have done.
ReplyDeleteThank you again.
Blessings, Aimee
Thank you. What a gentle and grace filled reminder to engage in everyday life with my children. That even in my worst mistakes and worst moments they still have a mother in their life. My Aunt Edith Burkholder forwarded your blog to me thinking I would enjoy it - and of course she was right.
ReplyDeleteI love going to church with one exception. By the time I had been a mom for 6 years, I had enough failures piled up in my memory to make me HATE Mother's Day Sunday. I cringe inside and want to cry when I hear about how wonderful mothers are; especially when all my children are lined up beside me on the pew, surely thinking "That doesn't sound like MY mom"
ReplyDeleteYou made me laugh, and relax a little. Thank you.