From Burdens to Blessings

blog-title-template-1Children . . . (Sigh) . . . that word can either make you sigh with joy or sigh with desperation. I love my children, and I would never trade them for anything. I am sure, as any mother would tell you, sometimes they just drive you crazy! Chad will often look at me and say, “Is Connor 18 yet?” We both chuckle because we know when that day comes we will both be very sad to see our children all grown up.

When my children were younger, I would feel so guilty for the way I treated them. I have yelled, talked down to, set aside, spoken harshly to, and treated my kids as “less than”. I have made my kids feel like they are not important to me.¬†Guilt over my lack of loving kindness towards my children is one of those things that I have wrestled with A LOT and still do.

I say that my kids have not always been a blessing to me, because there was a time they didn’t feel like a blessing. They felt like a burden, a HUGE one, that I “had” to take care of. There was a time I would become so irritated with them. The girl’s whining, complaining, and constant fighting and arguing. Connor’s meltdowns, tantrums, or the fact that he would not sleep through the night. Read More