If you are anything like me, time is always a hot commodity. Days are just busy, busy, busy. You need to work. You need to clean. You need to do laundry. You need to find some time to work out. You need some time with Jesus. And you need to cook. For me, that last one was always hard. I just didn’t like to cook. Mind you, I did cook. I even cooked well for my family, but I just didn’t like it. Years ago, I was even a stay at home mom and did not like to cook.
Whenever you are a parent, it seems like you are constantly on the battlefield of raising kids.
Setting a bed time and sticking to it. “No, we don’t have dessert every night.”
“You need to put your phone with mine to charge at night.” “I don’t care if so and so is doing it, you aren’t.”
I remember it like it was yesterday. I had this sweet, little, blonde-haired, blue-eyed treasure. I had just put her down to bed and I promptly called my mom.