Best Mom Regrets

Though I tried to be the best mom, I have some regrets. To this day my grown children tell people that I poisoned them. Sorry, I thought the bologna was fresh. They threw up all afternoon. I felt bad.

I shouldn't have given five-year-old Penny a perm, wrapping her pretty long hair in small curlers. FRIZZY! "You ruined my hair," she cried. What was I thinking?

One time while cooking, I held toddler Laura on my hip because she had screamed to be held. Leaning forward, her little hand touched the red electric burner. I felt bad.

Chris likes to tell how I drove the car with one hand and reached between bucket seats, beating their legs with the other. I don't regret doing that. One time I stopped in an unfamiliar driveway and whipped them.

But I did one thing right--no, two. Gale and I taught them about Jesus and took them to church. And we loved them with all our hearts.

Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.