My precious..bitterness

So, the Husband approaches me a few weeks ago with something on his mind and heart. It was one of those moments I wish I had not interrupted him (sad habit of being the youngest of eight siblings) and sat quietly and taken in the full impact of what he was telling me.
He said, basically, that he feels strongly that it is time he helps me figure out my life's pursuit/goal/purpose (whatever you would call it). That I've been praying over his job, his career for our entire marriage and he has gotten his big chance..his dream job, so now it's my turn.
After I re-formed from the melted puddle on the floor, I looked over at my kids and had an epiphany..
I'm doing it already..!
Perhaps it's not exactly the picture of my best at times, but I am trying my hardest...although..
The. Race. is. long. and. Hard...at times, and minor accomplishments come from me failing them multiple times first.
I pray that somehow, someway God will do what he does best..take my faults and brokenness and mend them into something beautiful. That all my failures as a parent will keep teaching me to trust that God has got us "in the palm of his hands" like he promised. And that believe it or not..he loves me and my children far more deeper than I ever will. In fact, he's teaching me how to love them the way they need to be loved.
So what if I'm just "mom" to my kids.
Tiny titles can be humbling...but, perhaps they are the most rewarding...!
I say this..even though, at this very moment, my children are running WILD..and acting like loons...!!
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