If there's anything in life that can make you a little insecure and unsure of yourself, I believe it's motherhood. I'm generally a confident person, but when you have your heart and soul wrapped so tightly to something (here-- my role as a mom), the littlest unraveling can make you feel clueless and inadequate.
Just a few weeks ago, I had a situation that left me bawling, sure I was the World's Worst Mother, setting my kids up for eternal doom. (I promise -- in no other situation would I be so dramatic. But these are my KIDS. It's a big deal.)
I was comparing myself to others who I decided had it all together. They were doing so many things differently than me... obviously I must have it all wrong!
My sweet mother, however, reminded me that "others" is not the bar by which God judges me. I have a unique personality, temperament, marriage, job, kids and home life that will make the way I parent different from those around me. And I'll have my own challenges. We all do.
Then this week I heard about a little parenting situation with a fellow Christian sister that made me think to myself, "Hmmm. I wouldn't have done that. My conviction is different there." And I sure hope this doesn't sound arrogant or haughty, but it made me feel good to realize that though I may fall short in some areas, there are others where I believe I'm doing ok. I know my standards are high. I have my strengths and weaknesses as a parent. We all do.
And I guess what I'm realizing is that in parenting, like in anything else, we will have different convictions and approaches, even among us Christians. The Bible talks about this in Romans 14. Chapter 14, verse 12 says that "each of us will give a personal account to God." I don't believe God is going to judge me based on how my parenting compared to others or if I did everything the way "they say." I believe He'll look and see if I built my own convictions based on His Word and did the best I could based on the lot I'd been given. And I'm so thankful I have His abundant grace to cover my faults when I miss the mark. We all do.