When I was a kid, my brother and I took bowling lessons. The teacher was an old guy who promised you a coke if you got a strike, and he went from lane to lane, watching the kids bowl and correcting their mistakes. There were about a zillion things to remember, and I never remembered them all: thumb pointing up, arm parallel to your body, step by step, then release.
Sometimes I feel like parenting is like that. I’ll focus on my relationship with God, but forget to be consistent. Then I’m working on whining, but forgetting about instant obedience. It’s days like these when I need to remember that I am just a vessel. God is working His grace in my life, and as I grow and mature some of the multifaceted challenges that seem so great now will be worth a shrug of the shoulder later. In the meantime, guess I just need to plug along and… uh… remember all the things I need to remember. Where is supermom when I need her?!
Martha Pryde says
So *that’s* where your brother’s bowling talent began. (His bowling team just won a competition).
He wiped me away in bowling and all I had to show was reactivated tendinitis :).