One day, it felt like everything that could go wrong on a simple outing with my two boys with special needs, did go wrong. We experienced not one, not two, but three epic meltdowns. My older son was teased and called a baby by some peers because of his limited speech. My younger son went into sensory overload and pushed a toddler who kept getting into his space, and his mother angrily told me how agressive my son was and how I should be able to control him. On and on it went, and I left the flop of an outing, buckled my boys in the car and cried all the way home.
When we got home, I put on a movie for the boys to watch so I could have some time alone. I sat at my computer, mindlessly scrolling through Facebook, feeling like an epic failure of a mom. Wondering what I could have done differently. Wondering what I should have said to that mother accusing my son of being aggressive and to those kids teasing my son. Wondering if my older son may actually be more aware of the teasing than I realized and maybe I should say something to encourage him. Wondering if I could ever take my kids someplace fun again and it would actually be fun. Wondering if I should have seen the signs earlier, gotten them help earlier. Wondering if we should be doing more speech therapy and occupational therapy, and if I should pull them out of school and homeschool them, and all the other bajillion things there were to wonder about when it came to my children and my parenting abilities. I was spiraling, and before I knew it, I had convinced myself I was the worst mother in the world.
And then my older son walked over to me. Tentatively, and rightly so, but he seemed determined, and so I asked him gently what he wanted. I’ll never forget the words he said.
“Gold star Mommy.”
On the end of my child’s finger was a sticker of a gold star. The grin on his face said so much more than his limited vocabulary ever could. Tears filled my eyes as I took the sticker, placed it on my shirt and gave that precious child a hug. I didn’t feel like a gold star Mommy, but I was basing that on my own thoughts and feelings and high expectations. My child told me I was a gold star mommy and he meant it.
It’s easy to do. To feel like we’re failing. To feel like we’re not good enough or doing enough. To see all of our flaws and think so negatively about ourselves we can’t see anything good. But we’re looking through our own eyes, and not the ones that matter. The ones that love us unconditionally. My children think I’m a gold star mommy. Their warm snuggles and grins tell me so. And God Himself tells me that He delights in me and rejoices over me with singing (Zephaniah 3: 16).
I want to believe those thoughts about me, rather than my own. I placed that gold star sticker on a picture of my children on my desk. It is a gentle reminder that I may not be perfect, but it’s not my job to be. My job is to simply love and care for those God has put in my life.
And just for the record, you are a gold star mommy, too. :)
”As Jesus was walking along, he saw a man who had been blind from birth. “Rabbi,” his disciples asked him, “Why was this man born blind? Was it because of his own sins or his parents’ sins?” “It was not because of his sins or his parents’ sins,” Jesus answered. “This happened so the power of God could be seen in him.“ (John 9:1-3)
Mom guilt is a very real thing. We question if our childrens’ diagnoses and struggles are our fault. We question if we are doing enough to help them. We joke about mom guilt sometimes, and other times we feel we’re drowing in that mom guilt and shame. Mom guilt is not something God wants you to hold onto. There is no condemnation in Christ (Romans 8:1), and we need to remind ourselves of the truth when we hear those lies that we are not being or doing enough or whatever other lies you are hearing. Give yourself grace, just as God extends to you. Remind yourself of the truth that God approves of you. He delights in you. He is with you. He strenghtens you. He provides for you. He loves you and your children more than we will ever know or understand this side of heaven.
The fact that you are feeling guilty that you’re not doing enough or that you messed up shows just how much you care about your children.
It’s easy to focus on all the things that need to get done or haven’t been done. But if you focus instead on all the things that you are doing, you’ll see you’re doing a great job. You’re tackling the dishes, the laundry, the million calls to insurance. The endless appointments and at home therapy homework. The IEP meetings or homeschool curriculum instruction. And loving your child through it all.
This picture just says it all to me, and I hope it encourages you:
You are doing a great job. You are exactly the mother your child needs. The one your child wants and feels safe with. You are the one who cooks and cares and cleans for them. Advocates for them. Understands them like no one else. And loves them unconditionally.
There are times you will grieve the child you dreamed of and how hard life is now. There are times you will lie awake worrying about your child and their future. You will get overwhelmed by all the challenges. Those feelings are ok. Take time to process them and pray through them.
And then, let these thoughts sink deep into your heart and your mind: you are a great mother. A gold star mother. A fierce mama bear.
You are loved by God. You are loved by your children.
And keep on rockin’ it Mama. We’ve got this. :)