At the end of each day, what I really want to say is “Look, God! Look at my kids and what I did today! Do you see me? Is what I am doing working? Or is it all in vain?”

Because deep down I want the sacrifices, the tears, the not-social-media-worthy mundane, repetitive, long, hard days to mean something, anything. I’m looking to the results to show my worth and my children’s worth, and when there is nothing to show, I fall prey to discouragement, defeat, and rejection.

Praise the Father that He does not parent like me…