You would think now that I’m no longer juggling Justin’s full-time care and education with work, house, pets, two other children, etc., etc., I would have my act together.
I still roll into the school parking lot at the last minute with wet hair, chugging diet coke and yelling sentiments and/or last minute instructions out the car window. “Have a great day! I love you! Did you remember deodorant? Read test questions BEFORE you answer them. Make good choices.”
And you know what? I’m good with that. One of many things I’ve learned throughout my son’s journey with cancer is that I don’t have to try so hard to be a perfect mom, the best mom or even a mostly-together mom.
Because being the best is just so much dang work, pressure, strife. I could go on and on with unappealing descriptions. And let’s be honest. You can spend all that time trying to be perfect and impressive, and, at the end of the day, no one REALLY cares. Everyone is too busy with their own lives and problems.
So I will just be honestly-flawed-me and I am good with that as long as my kids know they are loved. And they do. Pretty sure anyway.
Grace be with you, parents and friends.