It had been a hard week. I had three teens. Good kids. But parenting had been challenging and I had lost my patience, my temper. I had went into my bedroom, shut the door, and in the darkness I confessed to God that sometimes I didn’t have a clue.
I went to my pastor and asked if he knew of a book, or a class I could take. Sometimes a mom just needs a little extra support, or knowledge, right?
“I think you should start that class,” he said.
“What?” It’s not the answer I wanted. I had come to him for answers.
Two weeks later the Parenting Teens class started. It was one of the best moves I had ever made (thanks, Pastor). [Read more…]