struggling to spend time with God
as they speak life into their children's lives.
I think of this older mother
struggling to remember those sweet days
when she sought for life to fill her emptiness.
I long to be a mother again
no longer struggling to be that parent
who would love her children more than herself.
Yet:
That life was filled
with longing - and laughter.
with searching - and finding joy.
with trying - sometimes succeeding.
with faithfulness - always, always, keeping on.
To be a parent
is
by definition
to be imperfect.
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