Wednesday night I came home from my dinner party to discover that my ten year old had shingles. Yes, really.
I recognized it from ten years ago when FishPapa had them. The three boys at the time got chicken pox. This particular child was just a baby and got the worst ever. All that anxiety and worry came back to me. I went to sleep that night, fretting over how bad my son might feel in the coming days.
A trip to the pediatrician the next morning confirmed my amateur diagnosis. The doctor assured me he would be fine.*
The rest of the day was not without its stresses. Everywhere I turned, it seemed like I was being confronted with errors and mistakes of my own making. Compound that with a sick child, and let’s just say that I was overwrought by the time the sun set that day.
I even posted a facebook status, lamenting my uncanny ability to suck at everything.
What followed was an outpouring of love and encouragement from friends, old and new, virtual and real-life. It was just the love bomb that I needed. I was humbled that so many people loved me and cared for — and also that most of them could relate to what I was feeling.
Why am I telling YOU this?
Well, because you probably need to know that you’re not alone.
Because you aren’t. None of us has this parenting gig down. And I’ll hazard a guess that as stellar as you are in all things, your other responsibilities (work, family, home, church, etc) probably don’t go down with textbook perfection. Now do they?
(I know mine don’t.)
And what do we do? We take a deep breath, we trust that God has a plan for even our failures and shortcomings. We turn to Christ, who truly does no what it to be tempted, and we do the next thing.
For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin. Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need. — Hebrews 4:15-16