Thank you for the blessing of my children. I love them with all my heart, but I think you picked the wrong person.
There’s not enough hours in a day to take care of them, do housework, spend time with my husband, work full time and find fulfillment.
What am I missing?
I never expected to have perfect children. I just never expected to feel so completely like a failure when I’m trying my very best all the time.
My prayer is the same as every night:
Give me the tools, the wisdom, the patience to be the best parent I can be, and give my children the mental skills they require to learn the proper behavior. Give me peace and rest and serenity, and give them tenacity, willingness, and respect. Give me a time out when I need it, as I do for them. Give me the trust and the hope that “this too shall pass” and give them the possibility that they will grow into strong, good, honest and faithful women through my and my husband’s parenting.
Give me the confidence to see this through so that I can raise confident girls.