I forgot my son’s birthday.
Like, completely spaced it.
I knew it was coming. I had even bought him an early birthday present. But the morning of his birthday? Nothing.
I woke him up, made him do chores, and sent him to school like any other day. It never even occurred to me that it was his birthday.
And he didn’t say a word.
About 10AM it hit me.
Talk about mom guilt.
I have never felt so guilty in my entire life.
I had actually promised him in the weeks leading up to his birthday that while I might joke about cancelling his birthday, or not letting him get older, I would never, ever forget. And then I did.
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I never even wished him happy birthday.
Thus, I went to the store and bought him balloons. Text my husband, who suggested I buy him lunch. And showed up at the school with my
guilt package birthday surprise.
He loved it.
He eats that kind of stuff up. It’s his love language.
I, on the other hand, never do that kind of stuff. I’m busy. Contrary to popular opinion, I have a job. Even though I work from home, I work hard. If I don’t get enough done while the kids are at school, I have to put in time while they are home, and I don’t like doing that.
Not to mention the fact that I am an introvert, so walking into the school with a bunch of balloons screaming “Look at me!!” Isn’t really my thing. It makes me uncomfortable. Plus, I have to talk to people.
It’s amazing the lengths we will go to when we feel guilty, isn’t it?
I was tempted to beat myself up the rest of the day as I baked his cake and wrapped his gifts.
But deep in my heart, I knew that wasn’t the answer.
My Failures & Jesus
The honest truth is each and every time I fail, it’s like an arrow pointing me back to Christ.
Because that’s the reason Jesus came.
He came because He knew we needed a Savior.
And I definitely need a Savior.
I am far from perfect.
Yes, I failed that day. In a big way. But I can stand forgiven at the cross.
Romans 8:1 has become my battle cry. There is no condemnation for those of us who love Jesus. None. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Yes, I still make mistakes. But Jesus always has me covered, and I can always turn to Him.
You may be reading this thinking that I am a horrible mom, and who knows, maybe your right. But God loves me anyways. And so do my kids. So, your opinion really isn’t all that important to me. Sorry, not sorry.
But if you are reading this and thinking, “I’ve been there.” I just want you to know that you’re not alone. We all make mistakes. There is not a single mom on Earth who has ever got it right 100% of the time. I mean… Jesus’ mom lost Him. Left Him in Jerusalem and travelled for a whole day without Him before she realized He was missing. I think we’ll be okay. Our God is a gracious God.
Can You Relate?
What’s your biggest mom fail? Can you think of one, or remember a time when you felt like you let your kids down or needed to remember that there is no condemnation for those of us who are in Christ – even when we mess up as moms? Join the conversation in the comments below.
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