I have been blessed by your responses to the post from last week called Why Don't People Train Their Children Better, and I wanted to share an email I received after the post went live:
"While my husband and I were separated because of his addictions issues and I was a single mother of a mentally retarded kid, a devastated middle child who loved her great-grandma more that life it self, and a 6-month-old, while planning my grandmother's funeral and watching my father die, I know there were times when we were at the grocery store or in a restaurant getting food that we needed to survive, that my children were incredibly ill-behaved and I did nothing because I was in my cell phone either talking to my mom about funeral plans, talking to a friend about how I was going to get through the evening, talking to my dying father because I knew I wouldn't be able to do that much longer or talking to my husband about getting his act together.
If someone would have come up to me in that moment [to scold me for my children's behavior], I probably would have dissolved into tears right there in a helpless pile on the cold tile floor. Does that make me a bad mom? No. That means I need lots of grace and love at that moment."
Grace wins, every time.