I confess that I haven't done the girls' hair over yet, because they are going swimming this weekend.
I confess that I may be getting too comfortable with fuzz, and frizz, and almost never think twice about our hair when we leave the house.
I confess that I'm glad I can't guarantee the gender of my kids, or I'd only be enjoying one mocha girl right now and I love them all so much.
I confess that I don't always feel up to the task and am glad that God doesn't require that I never stumble, but is grooming me to position myself to let him catch me when I fall.
I confess that it's not easy teaching my babies lessons I haven't fully learned myself--thank God I'm not doing any of this in my own strength.