I've spent some time this week preparing a talk for a group of Anglican minister's wives on parenting.
I think part of the reason I've been asked to give the talk is that I'm a minister's daughter and I'm married to a minister (thoroughbred or something like that!).
So even though I feel quite honoured to be asked and have enjoyed working on it, it is ironic that I have had a pretty ordinary week actually parenting my own kids.
What a deflating week. It is hard to realise that a lot of the difficult dynamics in the household are related to my own inability to be patient or a lack of willingness on my part to listen well.
Sometimes it does feel like a lot rests on my shoulders as the mum.