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What Motherhood Has Taught Me About Pride

Motherhood and Pride

Twenty-three years ago today, I underwent the single most life-altering event I would ever experience. In a matter of minutes, I transitioned from girl to mother. Looking back…I was the furthest thing from an adult at 21. All of the aspects of my life that I thought made me an adult at that time proved to be nothing more than the equivalent of playing dress up in my mom’s closet. I had a full time job, I had lived on my own (although I moved back in with my parents during my pregnancy), I had saved a decent amount of money, I had graduated high school and gone to college, I paid my own bills, and I certainly looked like a young adult…but in terms of maturity…I was still a child. I was a child having a baby. A lonely, scared child. My life was full of love, support, and help from my family and my closest friends…but at the end of the day, I knew that this baby was mine. Mine alone. Mine to love. Mine to care for. Mine to provide for. Mine to mess up. Mine.

I wish I could say that in 23 years, with 4 other children added to my life, that I was no longer scared…but I can’t. 23 years later…and on a daily basis I’m still battling the fear of failure that’s tethered to motherhood.

That August night in 1994…in our first quiet moments alone in the recovery room…I held my 8lb. 11oz. newborn son in my arms, but I carried an 8-ton weight of single motherhood on my shoulders. It was just me, him, and Jesus in that room…and I was so very aware of my aloneness. I just held him and cried…for a good long time…in a deliberate, but vain effort to purge myself of all my lonely fear.

I knew I had a lot to learn. 23 years later and I’m still learning. Every single day. But this 23 year long journey of wearing the weight of motherhood has taught me some precious things about myself, about pride, and about Jesus that I never could have learned apart from raising my children.

When I was a young mom, I devoured every Christian parenting book I could get my hands on. If reading makes you an expert…I was surely an expert. The number of parenting books I’ve read has got to be well into the hundreds…and that’s no exaggeration. I was sure that knowledge from the parenting experts would make me a great mom…and I wanted so badly to be a great mom. I took in such a wealth of head knowledge about parenting that I knew all the right answers; according to and approved by the experts. For several years I even taught parenting classes. But all the while, in my zealous acquisition of head knowledge…I was oblivious to the fact that I was distancing myself further and further from the heart and soul of parenting and the hearts and souls of my children.

When my oldest children were very young they generally presented themselves as model examples of my parenting efforts, in public anyway. They would sit quietly with us in church. They would hold the sides of the grocery cart and walk along the aisles peacefully. They said please, thank you, and nice to meet you as they looked right in the eyes of adults while shaking their hands. They played their parts very well. They knew by my repetitive training what they were supposed to do to ‘appear good’. But as my children grew, they cared less and less about ‘appearing good’ for a watching world and I repeatedly found myself angry and confused that my expert parenting techniques were no longer ‘working’. About 7 years and 3 boys into motherhood…most days ended with me bitter, confused, crying and feeling like an absolute failure.

As moms we shackle ourselves with so much responsibility over the behavior, choices and heart attitudes of our children. It’s such a temptation to feel proud of ourselves when they obey or make good choices…especially when the obedience or good choices are visible to others. It gives us such a prideful sense of accomplishment when we see the fruits of our efforts manifesting in their choices. No parent is immune to this ugly truth…we all do it. We tell ourselves we’re proud of our children, but if we’re brutally honest, it’s not firstly our children we’re proud of…it’s ourselves.

We tell ourselves we’re proud of our children, but if we’re brutally honest, it’s not firstly our children we’re proud of…

it’s ourselves.

The other side to that hideous truth is that when our children make poor, wrong, or sinful choices it is so easy for us to fall on the side of pride yet again. We wear their sinful choices as a reflection of our parenting and we grow bitter toward them when the reflection doesn’t look as pretty as we’d like it to. This creates such an imbalanced atmosphere of parents feeding their pride with the behavior of their children.

Pride is a vicious sin. It fills us with such a false security about who we are and it has us believing lies that we’ve accomplished things in our own strength…apart from God. God’s Word tells us that pride comes before the fall, but I believe it often lingers long after we fall as well. Pride is a double-edged sword. It stokes the embers of our arrogance and our ego when we believe we have it all together, but it relentlessly drives its dagger into our broken spirit every time we fall.

Pride is a double-edged sword. It stokes the embers of our arrogance and our ego when we believe we have it all together, but it relentlessly drives its dagger into our broken spirit every time we fall.

Failure is inevitable in parenting…and the seeds of regret, anger, and humiliation are often sown in those fragile failure moments. Most often, our natural inclination is to sit idly by allowing pride to continue raining down on the soil…reaping a bitter harvest we never intended to reap. I wish I could say that humility had been my initial fortress in moments of fear or failure…but it wasn’t then and it isn’t now. It’s still pride I run to first and it’s often a slow crawl back to humility.

Fortunately for me, and maybe for you as well, God gives grace to the humble. He pours out grace in response to our humility, whether humility comes immediately or whether it is delayed. I am the one who chooses how long I allow the seeds of fear and failure to grow under pride’s lingering rainfall. I can choose to water my failures with pride or I can choose to water them with humility. I can choose a harvest of bitterness or I can choose a harvest of grace.

I’m still learning how to choose humility and how to accept God’s grace in the midst of my many parenting failures. Motherhood has shone a floodlight on my failures and my sinful pride despite what any head knowledge offered me as a pat on the back in the early years. Truth be told, I still don’t know what I’m doing…but I trust the God who does. God knows the hearts and souls of my children far better than I ever will.

Parenting requires humility and it requires grace…and the only time you are genuinely failing as a parent is when those things are absent in your life. Humility chases hard after God and His wisdom. So today…23 years into this journey…I’m committing yet again to the purposeful work of deep watering the soil of my relationships with my children with humility. Then I am going to sit back and watch in eager anticipation for God’s harvest of grace.

XOXO,

Sandi

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6 Comments

  • Michele Powers
    August 30th, 2017 · Reply

    Thanks for your transparency, Sandi. We all struggle with this, but couldn’t express it as beautifully as you did!

  • Julie
    August 30th, 2017 · Reply

    So real and just beautiful. ❤️

  • Rebecca H. Mott
    September 1st, 2017 · Reply

    Humility + grace = strength

  • Kaitlin
    September 2nd, 2017 · Reply

    Sandi – what a beautiful post. Thank you for being so open and real!!! <3 <3

    – Kaitlin
    kedgotwed.com

  • Amy
    September 2nd, 2017 · Reply

    Yes! So much about parenting is humbling. It’s a long process and a continual battle to fight against pride. Thanks for writing!

  • Jessica
    January 31st, 2018 · Reply

    Great thoughts. Thank you for sharing in the struggle and giving some wisdom about it from God’s word. ❤️

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