My favorite quote (or reminder as I like to think of them)...

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.” (Marianne Williamson - A Return to Love)

Thursday, May 27, 2010


"When you cannot make up your mind which of two evenly balanced courses of action you should take, choose the bolder." ~ Gen. WJ Slim

I wasn't angry. It was as if anger had left my body. I was disappointed, hurt, saddened. It felt nothing I can describe, I guess. I was truly at a loss for words, emotions, or experiences to draw from to know what to do or how to feel.

My daughter made a (poor) choice that has left me feeling a bit at a loss. She was caught, has been disciplined, and is now living with the consequence of that (poor) choice. Yet I'm the one still crying!? You know like a sadness with no cure kind of crying. Just simple tears that creep in your heart and then out of your eyes.

We are trying very hard to raise our daughters in a Christian household in honor of a loving God. And I try to remind them (their whole lives really) to take responsibilities for their actions, to own their success and their failures, to know that only Jesus can walk on water, and to learn, above all learn, from their actions. Yet today, it feels, as a parent, I failed. It feels like I did something wrong. Like she made her choice because of something I did, or rather didn't, do something that caused her to make that choice.

But I know that's not right -- or in a way, it is, but like I tell my kids, there was only one who walked on the water. So while I have prayed with my daughter about what has happened, I said my own little prayer too. "Please Lord, help me be a parent who can forgive as you have asked us to with a loving heart, to raise children that you, Lord, would be as proud of as I am. Amen"

Uggh. Sometimes parenting feels like the worst job in the world. But that's probably what all of our great moms and dads thought about their job too!


  1. When I read this the first thing that came to mind was "All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well" by Julian of Norwich.

    Kids do dumb things. That's how they learn.
    Mom's feel crappy about it. That's how they learn.
    Neither is easy.

    In the end hopefully what works best for all concerned is knowing the Great Parent in the Sky sees what is going on and is there to lean on.

  2. P.S. That said - I'm forever grateful that my kids are grown.