How to Beat Your Mom Fears - The Glorious Table

The stakes were high, and I was a novice. Choosing my firstborn’s school put my beloved son at the mercy of my meager mom skills, and I was desperate to get this right. I couldn’t sleep. Fear had me wrapped in knots. I was afraid of events that hadn’t happened, yet they were haunting me like ghosts.

I was afraid my son would:

not be academically challenged
not be emotionally safe
face peer pressure he wasn’t ready for
leave “the bubble” and see darkness in the world
not leave “the bubble” and have no impact on the darkness
leave “the bubble” too soon or too early
have needs that would change after I chose a school
have brothers and sisters whose needs would be different from his

Being a mom is a serious endeavor. The development of an entire human being is placed in our care. Studies say their little brains are wet cement and will bear hardened imprints of our choices. This weight hangs on our shoulders every day as we wipe noses and mix macaroni and cheese. The fears can be crushing.

Mom fears multiply and fester when left in the darkness of our own thoughts. Intense love for our kids can cloud our usually sound judgment. We may even aware of our brain fog, which gives us another worry to add to the list!

Follow me over to The Glorious Table for the rest of the story and the antidote I found to Mom fears!

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