I have never been a member of the perfect mom’s club. Never. But if I ever was, I’ll tell you about the day my membership would have surely been revoked.

It was Brooke’s big “Let’s Celebrate Mommy Day” at the church preschool. All the mommies waited excitedly in the hall for little hands to put last minute touches on the well-decorated room.

I was already feeling off as I stood with all the other moms who’d actually taken time to do their hair and wear outfits. My wet hair was slicked back haphazardly in a banana clip. My black yoga pants had some sort of smear across the thigh. And my tennis shoes looked clunky standing with all the other cute sandals and well pedicured toes.

Finally, the teacher came to the classroom door and welcomed us inside.

A room full of cupcakes, giggles, claps and sparkling preschool eyes greeted us.

The highlight of the room was the clothesline with pinned artistic treasures. Each child had been asked to draw a picture of their mommy’s favorite place. Then the teacher wrote below the crayon masterpiece what the child said when drawing the picture.

There were pictures of beaches and mountains and even a grocery store. The preciousness abounded. Until. I got to the picture featuring my favorite place.

“My mommy’s favorite place is in bed with Daddy.”

Oh have mercy on my soul that could die a thousand deaths right here in the preschool room.

Yes. I kid you not.

So, in a little effort to redeem myself all these years later, I offer you a little motherhood poem I wrote on twitter yesterday. And if you happened to be there on that preschool day when wore I wore my hair in the banana clip and sported the reddest face in the room…might you kindly replace that memory with this little poem? Oh thank you.

Mommy treasures

warm hugs. messy kisses. tangled hair and childhood wishes.

princess twirls. superman leaps.

and crayon masterpieces I will forever keep.

These are the treasures motherhood is made of.

Happy day after Mother’s Day.

Mommy guilt. I don’t know if you’ve ever felt it, but oh heavens I have. And it stinks.

There are several things that can trigger mommy guilt with me. But the Mack Daddy of them all is spiritual mommy guilt. Sometimes I get this sinking feeling that all other moms are awesome at doing regular devotions with their kids.

I hold up this shiny view of other moms against my less than stellar performance. And that’s just a recipe for defeat.

So, I’ve decided to combat those feelings of defeat by seeing my pangs of guilt as a call to action.

It doesn’t mean I’m a bad mom. It just means I need to get a little more intentional in this area.

Enter my friend Courtney and her ABC Scripture Cards. I heart them. They are simple and pretty and effective at helping moms and kids memorize key Scriptures together. And here’s the great thing, you can use these whether your kids are toddlers, teens or somewhere in between. Score!

Here’s what they look like…

Courtney says, “In order for our children to absorb important life lessons, they need to experience them every day. Traditional teaching materials get put up and toys and books get put away. So, we tried to create products that can stay out in the home and become a regular part of a family’s day-to-day life.”

ABC Scripture Cards are comprised of 26 tastefully designed 5×7 cards that feature easy-to-remember Bible verses from the NIV translation. Each set comes with a 5″ easel that will allow for a simple, elegant presentation option and a magnet for display on a refrigerator.

Perfect.

Y’all know I don’t typically do any kind of product endorsement. But I really am excited about incorporating these cards and these Scriptures into my family’s everyday life. And I talked sweet Courtney into giving me a couple of sets of these Scripture cards to give away.

So, leave me a comment telling me why you’d like to win a set and you’ll be entered into this random drawing.

And if you’d like to order your own set, click here.