Mom Guilt is the New Black

"Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
And you will keep singing as the days go by."

Mom guilt.

It will punch you in the gut, put you a sleeper hold, and make you smell it's stinky armpit if you allow it to grow in your life.

Until recently, mom guilt was an abstract idea. 
Once a child reaches the age of social interactions and begins some form of independence (around three years old for my child), mom guilt becomes a battle.

Did I give up too quickly when encouraging her to eat that blasted green bean? 

Did I just flush discipline down the drain when I chickened out, and didn't spank her in the mall? 

Am I doing something irreversibly wrong when I give in, and let her watch one more movie? 

Particularly in the mind of an insecure mother, there are a million "what if's." 
I was feeling so beat down; feeling like I am not providing, doing, being enough for my child. 
However, the heart of this insecurity, fear, and guilt is love. 
The love I have for my daughter is good.
But somewhere along the line, I allow my genuine, fierce love for my child to be manipulated;
Manipulated by becoming so preoccupied in my mothering role, that I forget Who loves her more.

There is nothing my child can do, experience, or become that Jesus can't heal. 
If I daily choose to believe that, I can live a life without fear for my children. 

"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow." 

Hebrews 13:8