Parents, you’ve got questions, we’ve got answers.

Or just as likely, we’ve got questions and you’ve got answers.

Challenge: I Feel Bad About...

It's not you, it's me.

Vote up!
Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Email this article

Dear Daughter,

It’s not you…it’s me.

When I lose my temper and raise my voice a decibel louder than intended – I desperately want to tell you, it’s not you…it’s me.

When I say the thing I immediately wish I could take back and I see the hurt in your eyes – I pray that you see baby girl, it’s not you…it’s me.

When I use kind words and a gentle voice with your baby sister, and in the same breath only offer you impatience and exasperation – I desperately want you to know, it’s not you (or her)’s me.

When I’m not considerate with the words I speak about you while you are in the room – please hear me when I say, it’s not’s me.

When I ask daddy to tuck you in because I can’t take one more minute – sweet girl, rest assured, it’s not you…it’s me.

When I need a minute, an hour or even a day to myself, away from this chaos of life – I pray that you understand, it’s not you…it’s me.


You see, sweet girl, when you look at me all you see is your mama. And I love that about you – that you see me with such innocent eyes. But the thing is…I am so much more than that. I am also a wife, a daughter, sister and a friend. I am an employee, a volunteer, and a life-long learner. I am a sinner, but also a child of God. And each of these roles – these responsibilities that I carry – they can make life a little complicated sometimes.

In other words…I am human.

And I make mistakes. A lot of them.

And on the days when I’m pushed to far or stretched too thin in the other roles of my life, I fall short with you. I fall short as a mama.

I lose my temper.

I raise my voice.

I use unkind words.

I treat you unfairly.

I am inconsiderate.

I am impatient.

I am selfish.

I am unkind.

And unfortunately, it is likely that some day you will understand. You will know what it feels like to feel this way. And if nothing else, I pray it will help you see my heart for you a little more clearly.

But until then, sweet girl, please know – it’s not you, it’s me.

This post comes from the TODAY Parenting Team community, where all members are welcome to post and discuss parenting solutions. Learn more and join us! Because we're all in this together.