Before I ever had a single child, I knew I'd one day wage war with an enemy who sought their hearts and souls. I anticipated battles ahead, knowing my children would test and defy me. But I never anticipated the Mommy Wars. I think I watched part of an Oprah episode years ago on moms being too hard on other moms, but that was about it. I didn't give it a second thought. Not until I joined the club.
Let me begin by saying, the Mommy Club is a beautiful place. The moment you join, you find within your heart this unexpectedly raw capacity for love. All at once, you are a protector, nurturer, a defender of innocence, a story teller, an imagination factory, a kisser of boo-boos, and a cheerleader till the end of time. Even on the scrape-me-off-the-floor-with-a-spatula days, you are being sanctified and learning to see God's grace in a brand new light. It is a special club, one I'm humbled and grateful to be part of.
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