Accept failure as part of the process

Today, for the first time ever, I saw my son fail. Not almost fail. Not sort of fail. But miserably fail. The sort of fail that makes you want to scream in anger, cry in frustration and hide from embarrassment sort of fail. I know that sort of fail all too well, but today I saw it all over my son's face. It broke my heart to watch him struggle to do what was expected of him. I could have said something. I could have put a stop to the hurt, frustration and embarrassment he felt. I could have grabbed his hand and walked out of that room, but what would my son have learned from my interference? Too often parents point the finger looking to blame someone else for their child's failures. Today, my son failed all on his own. And that's okay. It humbles him. It teaches him that perfection doesn't exist amoung mortal men. It allows him to decide how badly he wants it and how badly he wants to work for it. He will forever be afraid of failing, but I want to remind him to "accept failure as part of the process" and that "sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says 'I'll try again tomorrow'".

Just like my Heavnely Father loves me, even with all my shortcomings and the numerous times I have and will fail, I will always love my children.