I Wanna Be a Good Mom

Tonight my son asked why I couldn't be more fun.  Oh.  Well, gee.  Hm.  Okay, that hurt. 

My first reaction was to defend myself.  What on earth are you talking about?  I am not serious all the time.  I laugh.  I tease you.  I tickle you.  I play with you. 

My second reaction was to be crushed by the realization that I'm a lousy, serious, no fun mom.  I'm hopeless.  Try as I might I will never stop being a self-centered woman who doesn't play with her kids enough.

Finally, I cried, "I wanna be a good mom."  My son cried, "I wanna be a good kid."  And then it hit me.  We can't do it.  Only Christ can do it in us and through us. 

So tomorrow I am not going to try to be a good mom.  I'm going to ask Jesus to be a good mom through me, so my boy and I can have some serious fun.