“Expectations are resentments waiting to happen.” -The Road Back To You
Aaron loves playing with his dad. I can tell his eyes light up a different way.
As a chronic illness mama, I used to be so hurt and was afraid that Aaron would wish he had a different mommy because I couldn’t run, jump, or be as active.
I was either expecting I’d be able to do those things one day or that Aaron would change his viewpoint.
Spoiler alert friends: neither work.
And expecting them to just built not only resentment in myself but discontentment, envy, loneliness and so many other negative emotions.
We can pray boldly that I could do those things one day, because I know we serve an almighty God.
But praying and hoping are different from expecting.
Expecting was hindering me from having that fun and close relationship with my son, which is what I wanted in the first place.
Now, I find my own ways to “have fun” with the kids that are within my capacity: board games, art, card games, etc.
Now, when Aaron says he loves playing with his daddy and his eyes light up, I adore and love the relationship they have AND the relationship him and I have.
