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I’ll be the first to admit I’m an imperfect mom. I struggle to be consistently patient. (Dude. How many times does one person need to ask another person to throw away an empty juice box? Seriously.) And I sometimes laugh when I should probably correct a behavior. (What do you want? My kid’s funny.) Parenting is harder than pretty much every other undertaking I’ve ever attempted. You can’t push pause. Kids are needy and emotional and fragile and sometimes mean. It’s a tough job, and I fall short of my own expectations on a daily basis.
One area where I think I’m doing alright, though, is in teaching Liv gratitude. We thank God during prayer time, and randomly when we’re in the car we’ll talk about how fortunate we are to have all that we do. Our latest calendar for March was a gratitude countdown to St. Patrick’s Day. Each day we’d jot down something that made Liv feel lucky. (Yes, rugs made the cut.)
