Some Days They Draw On Walls

Some days my children are gorgeous.  They play nicely together.  They make each other laugh.  They share adventures.  They create things.  They listen and follow instructions.  And I look at them and think I must be doing something right.

Some days my children are a handful.  They rile each other up.  They have tantrums.  They are disobedient.  They break things.  They draw on walls.  And I look at them and wonder what I’m doing wrong.

I love my children on the good days.  I love them just the same on the hard days.  My love for them is not dependent on their behaviour.  I love them because they are mine.  Nothing they could do could make me love them more.  Nothing they could do could make me love them less.

My children are so much like me.  Some days I am gorgeous. Some days I am a handful.  I too am loved unconditionally – by the One who is perfect. His love for me is not dependent on my behaviour.  He loves me because I am His.  Nothing I could do could make Him love me more.  Nothing I could do could make Him love me less.

That kind of love frees me from the impossible pursuit of perfection.  I am free to be imperfect. And so are my kids.

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14 thoughts on “Some Days They Draw On Walls

  1. “I love my children on the good days. I love them just the same on the hard days. My love for them is not dependent on their behaviour. I love them because they are mine. Nothing they could do could make me love them more. Nothing they could do could make me love them less.”

    Well said.

  2. Just what I needed to read today …both for my perfectly imperfect children, teenager and of course myself.
    It’s comforting to know God’s Amazing Grace and gift of unconditional love [We sang it in church this morning too ;)].
    .-= trish´s last blog ..Slipperiness &amp Solace =-.

  3. Well said !

    Drawing on walls is commonplace in my household, sometime with permanent ink. Sigh….but I do still love ‘m to bits.

  4. My house is a mess this week. There are paint stain on the table, and nail polish on one of the walls. But it is school holidays and they are having fun. Clean house and bored kids/kids stuck on computer or whater; or untidy house and kids having fun. Think I know which one we would all prefer …)
    .-= MaidInAustralia´s last blog ..Ouch! =-.

  5. And some days I want to quit. I want to find the woman responsible for the out rage going on in my house. The woman who can just come get her fit throwing 2 yr old and her too-cool-to-be-told-what-to-do 7 yr old. Cause I QUIT. But then I look around. And no one is coming. No one at all. Because I am the mother God gave to those children and He must have known what He was doing, right? :))) So I carry on. Asking Him for strength. Asking Him to love me on my imperfect mothering days and to help me love them on their imperfect kid days. Thank God I do not mother alone.

    Thank you for your comment on my blog.

  6. I just found your blog today via the MOPS website. Thank you for such encouraging posts! This is just what I needed today!

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