When I began the parenting journey, I knew that it would be tough. I knew that my husband and I would be responsible to teach right from wrong and good from bad. But, I imagined that good, consistent parenting would produce good, obedient children. My prayers were centered on my kids growing up — under our good parenting — loving Christ and his gospel.
But, I didn’t bargain on my own sinfulness.
One morning, when my then almost four-year-old son wet his bed again, I spoke harshly in my impatience. My two older girls had had the dry-at-night thing wrapped up by the time they were two and a half. Why couldn’t he get it right?
I will never forget the innocent face that looked up at me from under a mop of tousled hair, or the penetrating eyes and the sweet little voice that said, “Mommy, don’t be cross with me. I’m still learning.”
[Read the rest of the article at For the Family.]