OK parents, we all love our children equally, right? Of course we do.
Do we all like our children equally, everyday?
Of course we don’t.
Saying that will probably have me judged, criticized and thought of negatively and that’s OK. Maybe you have never felt the same way as me but I know I’m not alone. So please, let me elaborate.
I am an inherently flawed mother. I struggle with impatience, selfishness, fatigue, hormones and the list could just go on and on. The days I struggle most with one or more of my children are the days my own shortcomings are heightened for various reasons.
I don’t like when my children make my world extra difficult by disobeying or arguing or making colossal messes…and it happens often. I know it’s completely normal and comes with the territory of motherhood. I’m just being ridiculously transparent.
It’s easy to think of God like an earthly parent who, despite their best efforts, love conditionally because of their utter humanity.
God is not like us. Can I get an amen?
He delights in you. Your flaws and all. He is not easily angered. He does not grow weary. He’s not selfish. He does not like you better one day over the next. Nothing you could do or say or feel could ever change that.
His love is overwhelming and never-ending and quite honestly makes no sense to me at times. He is unfathomable yet knowable.
He wants the best for us. Just like we as parents desire our children to make good choices and obey so does He. He also loves us too much to let us stay in our sin. He desires for us to grow and change and turn from our harmful ways (we all have them).
Mamas: it’s OK if you don’t like your kids sometimes. You’re still a good mom and I know you love them fiercely.
To my kids reading this one day: I’m sure the feeling is mutual. I know there are days you don’t like me and that’s OK. I know you still love me despite my many flaws. Thank you. And you’ll never know how much I love you. Not until you become a parent yourself. I love you so much my heart could burst into a million fragments.
To the person questioning God’s goodness: you, my dear, are the apple of his eye. A literal masterpiece. Made in His image. Adored without exception. Not even your own mother, child or spouse could come close to liking or loving you as much as He does. I hope that truth rocks your world the way it has mine.