I always try to be brutally and painfully honest here, so I won’t hold back this time. I have a confession. I am a control freak. It is probably my single biggest flaw, because it manifests itself in horrible fits of anger, anxiety, and impatience. I’m not good with things not going my way. It is a true battle of faith for me that I struggle with every single day, but never more than when Pumpkin referred to me as “grumpy mama.” Specifically we were joking about Hubby being grumpy and Pumpkin’s matter-of-fact response was, “Daddy doesn’t get grumpy, only mama is grumpy.” Well, that felt like a hundred well-deserved knives in my heart. I do not want my children growing up with a grumpy mama, or one they think is grumpy. And how dare I be grumpy in light of my innumerable blessings each day. My battle is now one for my children’s happiness. Ironically, it is a battle that I can only win by laying my shield and my sword before God and su...