My Mom Is Not Perfect. She’s Still the Best.

After college, I came home to live with my parents. Not exactly what I was hoping for, to be honest with you. I didn’t want to live with my parents. I wanted to move on with my life.

Not that I hated my parents or disliked me parents. I just thought that there would be more to my life than going back to Sanford after graduation. Little did I know that this would be the best thing for my life.

See, I graduated with a lot of uncertainty and a lot of spiritual baggage. I was dealing with depression, doubt and anxiety in a huge way. But being home meant I had my mom to talk to.

Starting in high school, I learned to be honest with my mom because it just made things so much easier. Honesty and transparency in general makes things so much easier. But having that kind of relationship with my mom, a relationship that has continued to this day, has been one of the greatest blessings of my life.

But here’s what makes my mom the best: My mom would be the first person to tell you she’s not perfect. And that’s perfectly OK.

She’d say there’s been times where she probably got too angry and too frustrated with us. She’d say there’s been times where she didn’t mother us the way she should have. She’d say she’s not perfect. But that’s the point. One of the best parts about my mother is she’s honest with me. She’s not afraid to talk about the areas she’s messed up in raising myself and my two siblings.

She knows the Gospel and lives it out every day. She gives me grace and shows me love like God shows me love and gives me grace. She’s provided for me in so many ways. I love her.

I’d say Proverbs 31:26-31 sums it up pretty well:

She opens her mouth with wisdom,

and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.

She looks well to the ways of her household

and does not eat the bread of idleness.

Her children rise up and call her blessed;

her husband also, and he praises her:

“Many women have done excellently,

but you surpass them all.”

Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,

but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

Give her of the fruit of her hands,

and let her works praise her in the gates.

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