Lately I've been struggling with feelings of inadequacy. I've been pretty sick the last few weeks and I haven't been able to take care of Will the way I feel like I should and it has caused no end of guilt. Last night I broke down and balled, partially due to the fact it's that time of the month for me, but mostly because I just don't feel like a good enough mother. I know that I'm not a bad mother, Will has never gone without a meal and is always clean and well kept but my house is a mess, I rarely make dinner, some days it's a struggle to shower.
Amidst all my sobbing, Stephen came home and immediately told me I was an amazing mother and that I should be proud of the things I do do. While this was nice to hear, it wasn't what helped me through and changed my perspective. Stephen also mentioned that I don't have to be the best mother but as long as I do the best I can with what I have, that's all that matters, the Lord will make up the difference.
I realized that I am doing the best that I can, I won't always be sick (well, knowing me, maybe I will) and I won't always be so overwhelmed. But as long as I do all I physically and emotionally can, Will will be fine.