This week my daughter will be six­ months old. In the span of half a year, she has radically changed. Born weighing 7 pounds, 10 ounces and measuring 21.5 inches, today she weighs in at more than 15 pounds and is about 27.5 inches long. Her once wobbly head no longer needs support. She can roll over and is on the cusp of sitting up. And she definitely said her first word: Hi. (Or at least it sure sounded like “hi.”)

I’ve changed as well, just like those Johnson & Johnson commercials said I would. I’ve only slept through the night a handful of times since bringing her home from the hospital. My days are often measured by how many diapers I change. And I’ve scrubbed poop out of more clothes than I care to count. (There’s a reason many mothers prefer Pampers over other diapers!)

It’s all worth it of course, and there is such joy in being a mother, but it’s in the midst of all the day-to-day living that I’m faced with the realization of how wholly inadequate I am for this job. My husband and I are but sinners saved by grace, and yet God chose us to shepherd this child into adulthood. What privilege–what responsibility.

Although I could attempt to squelch those feelings of inadequacy with pep talks or such, it seems to me they are intended to keep us humble, reminding my husband and me of our great need for help and pointing us to the One who is wholly adequate. And that’s comforting as I anticipate all the parenting challenges we will face in the next 17.5 (plus) years to come. Thankfully, I need only concern myself with the events of today, part of which I can guarantee I will spend in prayer seeking help to be the mother God has called me to be.