Putting Faith at Center Stage In My Parenting
By Carolina Hinojosa-Cisneros
Friends, I’m so honored to have one of my new friends, Carolina on the blog today. She is going to share a post about parenting for this month’s theme.
I have enjoyed spending time on her blog, Cisneros Cafe. Although I don’t know her outside the media world, Carolina appears spunky, fun and authentic. Her writing is inspirational and faith-filled. Head over to her blog and check it out!
“Faith is confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see.” Hebrews 11:1
It takes an incredible amount of faith to raise a child. I don’t know about you, but I often feel I’m getting it all wrong. When your child shares households with the other parent, it can be a race against time to ensure all the bows are neatly tied by the time it’s time to switch households again.
And sometimes the ribbon never even makes it on.
Before my son left to his father’s one day, he stated, “Mom, you don’t read to me before bedtime anymore. I kinda miss that.”
My heart sunk. I immediately thought, how long has it been since I last read to him? My goodness, I must be a terrible parent. He’ll remember this forever.
That night I made a list of things I didn’t do with my son anymore. I felt so ashamed. I didn’t sing to him anymore. I didn’t put out his clothes for him anymore. I didn’t even add essential oils into the bath tub as was our routine.
After sulking for two nights, I read an article online which put my heart at rest. I don’t remember where and by whom it was written, but I remember breathing a deep sigh of relief.
No mother is perfect. It’s the love our children feel when they’re with us that they carry with them always.
The times I spend with my son must be filled with love, forgiveness, and grace. And faith.
My faith in God must take center stage.
When I don’t place faith at center stage, I become a ball of nerves listing all the things I didn’t do or things I did “wrong”. This is unhealthy for my soul and my son. The best version of me is what he should receive.
If my best is not getting to a book that night, I will have to allow room for grace to take its place. Evening prayer and nightly tuck-ins are not beyond my capabilities at all.
God trusted me to be my son’s mother and he trusts that I have enough faith in Him to understand that I’m doing a good job at all costs.
This is the grace and faith I must be willing to teach my son about. There will come a time in the very near future when he feels he has failed at something. It is my duty to teach him about faith.
The same God who gets me through hardship is the same God that will get him through his. As long as we’re armed with faith, nothing can step in our way.
Lord, thank you for all that you are to us. Without faith in you, our family would surely fail. Faith is the binding agent that holds me together when I feel I’ve failed at parenting. Thank you for your grace and your call to action. I must be willing to trust in who you are and in whose I am. Father, I ask that you strengthen my faith. Thank you for allowing me to be a parent. It is something I will forever cherish. In your name, I pray. Amen.