When my children were little, I wanted to get it all right. I didn’t want to fail as a mom. I didn’t want to let them down.
So I worked hard; organizing, chore boarding, meal planning, scheduling, and reading every book I could find about getting it right for my little ones. I enrolled them in gymnastics and soccer as preschoolers, and then later began homeschooling them. I bought a wheat grinder and made bread.
It was all good stuff, but my motivations and priorities were misguided and I was miserable.
I believed two lies that trapped me in fear-based parenting:
- If my children were to grow up healthy,