I'm embarrassed. Frustrated. Sad. Angry. Discouraged.
And somewhere at the end of the path of all these emotions, after we've missed the ice cream social, and talked it through, and I wonder if we've even gotten anywhere, I am....
Thankful that I'm his mom.
Thankful that God answers those desperate cries for wisdom when I'm in the thick of it.
Thankful His mercies are new every morning. For both of us.
Thankful I get to walk with him through this difficult journey of growing up.
Thankful for the promise God has given me for his life: He who began a good work in him will be faithful to complete it.
Thankful that I don't go long thinking that I am the mom who has it all together.
Thankful that I can look in his eyes and honestly tell him I love him no matter what. And so does our God. And He will help us both.
It is so crazy-hard sometimes to be a mom, but I'm thankful I am one.