Today I find myself counting the hours until my toddler's bedtime. The third trimester of pregnancy is a lot more tiring when chasing around a toddler all day every day- especially when that toddler is constantly getting into things he shouldn't. That coupled with the stresses of moving cities (changing doctors, pediatricians, mom groups, Bible studies, churches, and my husband's new job) is taxing me greatly.
And, as a result of these new found exhaustions, I feel a nagging sense of guilt for not getting my son outside more or interacting with him 100% on a constant basis. I am thankful for the reminder that since the beginning of time there has been no perfect human parent, but at the same time I wish I could be. I wish I could be that for my son- that I would always handle every situation perfectly, and that I would never feel a sense of guilt for not doing more.
And that's when I remember that, even though my children will never have perfect human parents or roll models- they will always have their Heavenly Father, to act as perfect parent, and Jesus Christ as perfect roll model, and the Holy Spirit to be their Helper. It's a relief knowing that despite the fact that I am imperfect, God more than makes up for my short comings. And He will always be here, ready to catch not only me when I fall short, but also my kids. How comforting that is!
