I'm sure all mothers do things like this.
I'm positive it happens to us all.
So, I'm sharing to tell you that I am just like you.
Here's my GIGANTIC Mothering Mistake Story (for this week):
Little Bug and I were hanging out in the living room.
Him on the floor.
Me on the couch.
As usual, he wonders off into the kitchen.
He has lots of toy baskets in there, too.
I decide to stay in my comfortable position on the couch.
I hear him open the pots and pan cabinet and start banging around.
I let him play with those so I can cook.
A few minutes later he toddles back into the living room.
With a large pot in one hand.
A HUGE SERVING FORK with sharp ends in the other.
And somehow is balancing a sharp PARING KNIFE in the same hand as the large pot.
Both his arms are out to the side to help him balance this incredibly dangerous weight as he toddles toward me.
My one year old son is carrying two weapons.
Who knows how long he's been playing with them!
I couldn't believe that there wasn't blood dripping from any part of his body.
God totally protected him.
Which reminded me of something God has been teaching me since Little Bug was born.
HE can protect them when I can't.
I can't always be around them to guard them from danger,
but HE always is.
No matter where life takes us...
(because I have a feeling Detroit is not going to be the most dangerous place we live)
God can protect my kids better than I can.
A friend I once knew
- struggling with fears of her children being hurt, too -
took a picture of her kids,
wrote the word "Yours" on the back,
and dropped it in the offering plate at church as it was passed by.
It was a surrendering symbolic gesture that her kids are not her own.
They are God's and she trusts Him with them.