Up until recently I had never thought of myself as a great mother. Now don't get me wrong, I love my children, love being their mother, I just never thought that I was very good at it. I liked to bake, but only when the kids were asleep (because it was always a bigger mess to clean up when they helped), I love to sew and do crafts, but just cant find the time to do them for myself and my family, not to mention the kids and all of their classmates,.... and I have tried joy school with my children, not once, but twice.... and hated every minute of it. So, there is a little glimps into why I did not feel like a great mother.... especially when I compared myself to other mothers I knew (because isn't that what us mothers do... we compare ourselves, our children, and our lives toeveryone elses).

 

Maybe it is one of those maturity things, (you know the ones that you say after the fact... "if I only knew then what I know now"). I realized that for me, that there has to be a time, and a season for everything. I used to always say that I was a stay at home mom and in my spare time I went to work a few shifts at the hospital as an L&D nurse. Well it has been almost 2 1/2 years since I have had any spare time and hence, have not worked a shift at the hospital. I really struggled being okay with not leaving the house to work. the hospital was my outlet, it was where I could be me, instead of someones mom or wife. It was where I was being praised for the good job I was doing.... And yet, I have learned, over all of this time out of work, that it is home where I have learned and grown the most.