Every night, I ask God to help me be a better mom.
I ask Him to make me more patient, more forgiving, and less of a perfectionist. I ask God to help me remember my kids are KIDS, and to help me take it easy on them, even if their rooms are a mess and they forget to feed the dog.
Most days, I wonder if He is listening, because I often feel like I am the world's worst mom.
But then, there are little miracles, and little signs that God is listening and is even answering my prayers.
Today, that little miracle came from my 12-year-old son.
Jake wasn't sure what time basketball practice was, so he promised to text me after school and let me know.
True to his word, he texted me.
Here's our conversation:
A few minutes later, Morgan and I arrived at Jake's school. He was standing on the sidewalk, waiting very patiently, but looking very cold. I beeped the horn so he'd see me and he ran over and hoped in.
This was our conversation:
Jake: "Mom, I just have to say, thanks for being a great mom."
Me: "Um, you're welcome."
Jake: "No, seriously. I was just thinking about how lucky I am. While I was waiting for you, I watched some other kids getting picked up by their moms and I could tell their moms aren't nearly as great as you are."
Me: "You are such a sweet talker. Keep talking."
Jake: "I'm being serious Mom. Those moms were honking and yelling at their kids and seemed really annoyed that they had to pick up their kids, and that they even had kids. So thanks for always picking me up and taking care of me."
Me: "Sorry I honked at you."
I couldn't say anything else.
What a good reminder that God really does hear my prayers, and even answers them. Sometimes it just takes awhile to realize.
So tonight, when I talk with God, I need to thank Him for listening, for helping me be a better mom than I was yesterday, and for blessing me with really great kids.
And tomorrow, I promise not to honk the horn at any of my kids.