When children are young, they look to their parents as super heroes – men and women of steel – those who can make all their boo-boos better and dry their tears when they are hurting.  When they get older, the mask and cape quickly disappear and it soon becomes apparent that parents aren’t much different than anyone else.  They have problems – they can’t do everything – they make mistakes.

When they become teens, suddenly those original super heroes have now been relegated to not having a clue or absolutely ignorant.  It isn’t until they begin their own families or life on their own that parents once again get the honor they’re deserve.

Parenting is probably one of the most difficult occupations out there.  Most of us do it on a learn as you go plan.  No one tells you that your life is going to change completely.  No one tells you that your kids will get broken bones, hurt feelings and need to protection from dangerous situations. I didn’t expect numerous trips to the ER. I wasn’t prepared for snakes, bugs, baby ducks, frogs and many other critters.

Parenting is tough. You feel guilty going to bed with a sink full of dishes. You have so much to do, but your child wants a bedtime story. You’d really love a new pair of shoes, but school starts soon and the kids need school supplies. You put your plans on hold so you can visit your child’s school and share hot lunch with them or be their ‘show and tell’ item for the day. You cry when you’re not there to say goodnight and tuck them in for the night.

Martina McBride wrote a lovely song about this very subject. One verse kind of sums up what the whole parenting thing is all about.

“In my daughter’s eyes,
Everyone is equal,
Darkness turns to light,
And the world is at peace,
This miracle God gave to me,
Gives me strength when I am weak,
I find reason to believe,
In my daughter’s eyes.”




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. Everything about this 1000% true!!! Smiling I know that as moms/parents we all may be different, but we all deal with the same stuff and in the end the love of the child wins out. Blessings to you!

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  2. kenzelsfire says:

    I almost gave up on finding the words to comment with – until I re- read the lyrics from the Martina McBride song and the tears cascaded. The HS impressed on me to repeat them as if my Mom were reading them to me.
    She died 30+ yrs ago and as such Mother’s Day hasn’t been the same since.
    thank you for posting them….these were a surprise gift for someone who misses Mom.
    – Kenzel

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    • says:

      Thank you so much for such kind words. I love that song too. My mom has only been gone for 9 years and I continue to miss her with all my heart. There are no words really that describe the closeness between mother and daughter. She was only 20 years old when I was born, so we were more like sisters. I’m glad you were touched by these words.


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