My mom always told me I was such a good baby, good child and good teenager. She says she never had trouble with me. And I was such a good girl. She is constantly reminding me of what a good mom I am. But the truth is, she’s the
good amazing mom.
(Before I continue, don’t worry, you didn’t forget. It’s not Mother’s Day.)
My mom’s love is so unconditional. I’m so sure there were times that I did things that my mom didn’t approve of. I couldn’t have possibly been perfect. But my mom’s love for me is.
And as I became a mom to my babies, my mom’s love still never fails me. Not only does she remind me that I’m a good mom, she never ever judges my decisions as one. Something, that I’m sure all moms feel, or have felt, is judgement.
But not my mama. In every situation she’s never even hinted that she would do it differently. That she didn’t approve of how we raise our babies. She never has to say “I told you so” or “you should have listened to me.” Because she never says it in the first place.
She’s an encourager. She let’s me make my own parenting mistakes. She never steps in except to pray, or to hug, or to cry with me. In my hardest decisions, she never tells me which choice is better. She knows that it’s my choice, my babies.
Okay, maybe they aren’t my babies. They’re God’s. He placed them in our lives because HE KNOWS that our qualities, love and parenting style is a perfect fit. HE KNOWS that Big C is super sensitive like her mommy. And that Little M needs comforting hugs and holds that fit perfectly in my arms. HE KNOWS that we are their perfect fit.
I want to be like my mommy. I want to drop the judgements of other moms because they do it differently. And who really cares if the neighbor let’s their kid suck their thumb until he’s 10? Or that mom in the playgroup clothe diapers or uses disposables.
Or disciplines differently then me.
Or she takes her kids to Mickey D’s every Friday night or she cooks from scratch.
Or she gives a pacifier or she doesn’t.
Or she rocks her babies to sleep.
Or she co-sleeps.
God gave her the mothering qualities, character and love that her children need. So why do I judge her? I’m challenging myself to be an encourager instead of a judger. More sympathetic and remind myself, I don’t know the whole story.