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I never thought I’d see myself as being a professional mom, and I’m not the mom I thought I would be. Some days I kill it and hit it out of the park. On other days, I have to choose to survive. Don’t get me wrong—I’m far from normal and far from out there. I’m just me.

The mom who limits sugar and talks to her kids about the effects but splurges on a
surprise Coca-Cola for the kids at Sonic after school once in a while.

The mom who takes her kids to church but makes sure they understand the rules of religion choke the relationship with Jesus, which is vital to their joy and living in grace.

The mom who wants her kids to read books but allows monitored screen time on a regular basis to get a break.

The mom who wants her kids to have adventures and friends but still
severely limits the amount of time outside the home for activities.

The mom who wants to do it all—the adventures, the experiences, and the creation of exciting memoriesbut also knows that a quiet and simple life at home is something to be cherished too.

The mom who says I need a break from kids every week but at the same time can’t imagine life without them.

The one who says to herself this is the last time but still gets the heart flutters of excitement with every positive pregnancy test.

I love being a mom. But I’m starting more and more to appreciate the mom I’m becoming—no comparison. It’s just me. I’m their mom.

Originally published on the author’s blog

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Rachel M Redlin

Rachel Marie Redlin is a Jesus lover, a wife to Brook, and a mother to five. She is an American author, speaker, newspaper journalist, and award-winning radio personality. Best known for her online public journal platform, it continued to grow with her love of devotionals in two published books, Blooming Grace and Blooming Wisdom. Although seasons have changed in the last two years, her now private lead ministry has not waivered in its continued focus on encouraging, embracing, and equipping women to go deeper and bloom in their personal relationship with Jesus Christ, their families, and fellow believers. Rachel is passionate and determined to help provide an outlet and resource for deeper relationships with women and Christ in the modern Christian world.

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