P needed a filling today and a week ago I was a MESS about it. How could I fail her like that? Especially being an ex-dental assistant.
Then after reading an amazing book about the struggles moms face raising their children and how God works with us through it all, I was reminded that I am enough.
I reminded myself that sure, maybe she got a cavity. But it was likely from the gummy vitamins I make sure she takes every day to keep her healthy, and the fact that I let her brush her own teeth in the mornings (and I do it in the evenings) so that she can learn how to do it herself.
A constant theme throughout my learnings off handling motherhood with the Lord by my side is this:
We were never meant to do it alone, and we were never meant to do it all.