The biggest part of parenting is showing up. Tonight's band concert reminded me of that. Going to a 6th grade band concert is not on my bucket list. Being there for my son is. When he looks up in the crowd he wants to see his people.
Too often I think that my parenting needs to be perfect. My parenting will never be perfect. Ask my know-it-all 12 year old. He will tell you that I only occasionally hit the mark. But I am there. When it is easy and when it is not. When I want to be and when I don't. For the laughter, the yelling, the hugs, the attitude, the fun, the sorrow, the homework, etc. You get the picture.
The Bible says that love covers a multitude of sins. Showing up = love.
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