Then, I went to pick Sam up from school.
And, his teacher asked if we could talk for a few minutes because of an incident.
My heart sank. Then, I remembered that this incident doesn't define Sam. It doesn't mean that he is a bad kid. Or, that I am a bad mom. It just means that he needs some help and needs to be disciplined. I wanted to burst into tears, but the Lord reminded me that I am a good mom and that He has equipped me...ME...to be Sam's mom. I don't know how many times He's had to remind me of that, but He has. And, I literally start every single day of my life begging Him to give me wisdom and insight into Sam. He is faithful. He knows what He has planned for Sam. Afterall, the other day, one of our closest friends told his dad that "Sam is going to be the boss one day."
Sam, I pray that you learn to love discipline. I pray that you receive it to shape you and train you so that you grow up to be a strong, focused man of God. I can't wait to see what He has for you. It is a joy to be your mom. It is hard sometimes, but there is nothing else I'd rather do than mother you and your brother. You are an amazing boy. I love you.