I click through all the holiday photos on Facebook and I begin to question my parenting abilities. I watch all the posts on Facebook about trips, events or activities and I begin to wonder if I am doing ANYTHING right.
This parent bought his child a new car. That parent spent all night creating personalized holiday treats. The other parent planned the perfect vacation. And the other parent spent the weekend bouncing from one activity to the next. I am exhausted and broke just watching online.
I admire their ability to give it all. I smile at their achievements and opportunities. I sigh at the realization that I do not do half of what they do and I begin to wonder if my children are suffering for my lack.
I bemoan my misdeeds, my missteps and my misdirection. I fret over the repercussions that will befall my family because of my decisions (or lack thereof). I struggle to sleep some nights because I have does so little to promote the mental health and wellbeing of my family
But I do sleep, and then I wake to the quiet calm of the dawn. I open my Bible and do my reading and I am filled with peace. The family sits around the table eating together and laughing together.
I watch the children play together, work together and even pray together. We share plans. We talk of dreams. We encourage both – altogether, as a family. I settle in the confidence that they (and we) are walking in the right path.
Yes, we do things differently than others. What should be expected from a family that embraces the motto “being normal is over-rated?” I can compare our journey to the ones I see on Facebook, or I can continue to embrace what I see before me.
Even with family, it comes back around to choice.