Sometimes I will do something that surprises and impresses my children, little things like getting a wiggly baby dressed or opening a tight jar.  They will exclaim, “how did you do that?!” I will say, “mommy school.”  My matriculation (ha!ha!) in mommy school will last forever.  I don’t ever want to “graduate” just try to pass the classes.  The wiggly baby/jar “quizzes” are the easy part of mommy school.  The hard parts are really hard–trying to navigate successfully through grief and anger;explaining or at least enduring human failure and injustice.  Growing patience; asking for forgiveness.  Most of all I know that God is the principal, administrator, and ultimate authority for mommy school.  He loves my children more than I do and he clears away the clutter about what matters and what doesn’t.

What matters?  They do

How much? The cost of the Life of God,

Ultimately I pass or fail mommy school based on whether or not I reflect the love of Jesus and the power of His life in mine.

Which brings me back to a long held belief–kids or no kids, married or single, young or old, we should all be students of mommy school.

John 10: 1-21