In the beginning I thought that my “work in progress” was completely tied to my journey of raising three children that love the Lord, are content, always do their best, show kindness to others, etc. But as I really think about what this title means, I realize that my “work in progress” is about me as an individual. My faith, my self control, my selflessness, and my selfishness. Because what do we really learn through parenting but that we know nothing? Black and white lines do not exist in most circumstances. I have learned more about myself in the six years since the birth of my first child than I did the previous 24 years of my life. They are a gift that has altered my life from now on, but they are only in my complete care for a relatively short time. My work in progress chronicles my internal struggle with making the most of these years and instilling life long values into my children that they must choose to accept on their own accord. Through prayer, advice from family and friends, and gut instict we all do what we think is best. To borrow a phrase from a friend, “Motherhood ain’t for sissies, my friends!”
Let the journey continue.