The Parenting Cup

I have to tell you about a conversation I had last night with my oldest daughter.  She is getting ready to turn 11.  I took her shopping for a bathing suit and how many moms out there know that an 11 year olds body is, well, changing.  As a mom, I was thinking, oh man where did the time go.  She is growing up way to fast and she won’t be little too much longer. On our way home I began to have “the talk” with her; giving little bite size information.  Suddenly the conversation went from body changes to the way I was raised.  I shared with her about my relationship with my mom (which I’ll have to share in another post sometime).  She asked me, “Mom, how come you never told us you weren’t born in a Christian home? How come you never told us that you didn’t know Jesus until you were 9?  How come you never told us that Grandpa smoked and cussed?”  It dawned on me that I was protecting my kids all this time.  I was protecting them from the truth.

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