{"id":209,"date":"2014-04-30T05:18:19","date_gmt":"2014-04-30T05:18:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/simplymeandjeans.wordpress.com\/?p=209"},"modified":"2014-04-30T05:18:19","modified_gmt":"2014-04-30T05:18:19","slug":"a-moms-confession-of-jealousy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/?p=209","title":{"rendered":"Confessions of a Jealous Mom"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"2014-04-30<\/a>It’s confession time.<\/p>\n

Sometimes I’m jealous of my husband because he \u00a0can do no wrong in the eyes of my girls. \u00a0\u00a0 I’m glad. \u00a0Really, I am. But there are those days\u00a0when nothing I say is right. \u00a0Times when I get on their nerves because I’m\u00a0\u00a0breathing. \u00a0Times I worry that they are\u00a0\u00a0making the mistakes I made so I\u00a0feel the need to say something….which never goes well. \u00a0The mother-daughter relationship is wonderful, but perilous, and in my flesh I often think, “Why is it that he is so darn perfect?”<\/p>\n

On the other hand, some of my best friends have sons and I’ve observed their relationships over the years. \u00a0In fact, \u00a0I just got a graduation invitation\u00a0from a young man that I’ve known since the day he was born. \u00a0He’s been the Frick to my Frack \u00a0for 18 years. (That would be my youngest) He and his mother have a beautiful relationship. \u00a0Likewise, \u00a0the relationship between my husband and his mother was something that I only wish I could live up to. \u00a0I don’t know what that’s like \u00a0and never will; but I do know that my girls have a similar relationship with their daddy.<\/p>\n

I get it, because \u00a0I’m a daddy’s girl too. \u00a0In fact, when we were newly married my husband probably wondered if he would ever be as important to me as my daddy. \u00a0I believe that\u00a0every girl needs a daddy that will show\u00a0her what it’s like to be treated with respect and love. \u00a0A daddy that ALWAYS believes in her. \u00a0One who can’t help but light up when she walks in a room and who will listen to anything that’s on her mind with patience and understanding. \u00a0A good daddy will teach a girl what her true worth is so that she won’t settle for less. A\u00a0disengaged\u00a0daddy can\u00a0\u00a0leave her starved for attention and love and unsure of if she even deserves it.<\/p>\n

So yes, \u00a0when I’m being whiny, I can feel sorry for myself because I can’t get it all right like Steve does. \u00a0But let’s be honest….it doesn’t really matter. \u00a0I can’t imagine my life any other way than being the mother to these particular beauties. Each relationship is different and each brings\u00a0me indescribable\u00a0joy and thankfulness. \u00a0I know they love me more than they can say and I know that I love them to the moon and back and forever. We have so much fun together and we share things that only mothers and daughters can share. I’m so proud of them and love the women they have become.<\/p>\n

Today\u00a0reminded me of why I’m so crazy proud of the daddy that Steve is, why my girls are exactly right to think he hung the moon and why I have no reason to be jealous.<\/p>\n

You see, \u00a0from the time they turned \u00a04, Steve had a tradition. \u00a0He’d\u00a0knock on their bedroom door, flowers in hand, and would take them on a birthday “date”. \u00a0Part of the intention was\u00a0to show them how they should be treated on a date. \u00a0Part of it was to make them feel treasured. \u00a0And part of it was just because he loved having one on one time with each of them.\u00a0\u00a0 They had\u00a0stars in their eyes\u00a0every year, no matter the age. So, when they left for college, he intentionally made the trip, for each one of them, on that first birthday away from home. Our youngest \u00a0had her birthday date tonight. Because she goes to school farther away than her sisters did I really don’t think she \u00a0expected to see \u00a0him. \u00a0But, to see the pictures of her face and to know that she realized he drove 5 hours, one way, JUST FOR HER….that’s priceless.<\/p>\n

Yep, \u00a0I love my girls and can’t come close to describing the relationship that I have with each one of them. The’re the \u00a0treasures of my life and the sweetest gifts that God has given me. \u00a0Most days, \u00a0they are my heart beat. \u00a0If you tell me that they have a different relationship with their daddy, even a more important one, I will say, “That’s as it\u00a0should be.” Sure, \u00a0I may have to remind my “whiny self” of that on a few days here and there, but my heart knows this – \u00a0every little girl needs a daddy that teaches her how priceless and precious she is. \u00a0Some of us are lucky enough to have had earthly daddy’s that did this and modeled God’s love in a beautiful way. \u00a0But, for those who didn’t have a daddy like that, \u00a0 I also know this – God ‘s heart longs to show you the same truth. That\u00a0you are\u00a0loved completely and that you are priceless and precious. \u00a0That He longs to spend time with you and that He\u00a0stopped at nothing, \u00a0not even giving up His son, so that you could know His love. He’s truly the perfect daddy.<\/p>\n

Being a daddy’s girl doesn’t get any better than that.<\/p>\n

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