70's Mom Prayer - Still Relevant

Somewhere along the line I ended up with one of my mom's old Bibles, which is from the late 70's early 80's based on the scribbles in it from my oldest sister. I love seeing what my mom underlined and her notes from times past. These were the years she is where I am now... in the middle of full-on mom life. In the front of the Bible, she taped a newspaper clipping... a prayer for moms (and dads)... one that probably wouldn't even be printed in a newspaper these days. It's a humbling, encouraging reminder to lift up my days to the Lord, when I can barely see through the mountains of laundry, feel beyond the sticky, gritty floors, or hear past my own jaded voice. The prayer is probably not perfect (and I'm sure could be picked apart), but at surface level asking the Lord for humility and the strength for self-sacrifice is the gist of it. 

Thank you, Mom, for cutting this out of the newspaper nearly 40 years ago and being a faithful prayer warrior all of these years. Thank you, Lord, for being the ultimate example of humility and self-sacrifice! We love because He first loved us! 1 John 4:19

Oh God, make me a better parent. It is the most important job in the world and one for which there is no prior training.
Help me to understand my children, to listen patiently to what they have to say and to respond to their questions kindly.
Keep me from interrupting and contradicting them. Help me be courteous to them as I would have them be to me.
Give me the courage to confess my sins against my children and the generosity of spirit to ask them for forgiveness when I know I have done wrong.
Forbid that I should laugh at their mistakes or resort to shame and ridicule.
Oh Lord, reduce the meanness in me.
May I cease to nag. When I am out of sorts, help me, please, to hold my tongue and keep my temper under control.
Blind me to the insignificant short-comings of my children and help me see the good things they do.
Give me a ready word for honest praise. Make me ever mindful that they need the nurturing that comes with encouragement and appreciation for their small successes.
Help me remember that my children are only children so that I may not expect from them the judgement of adults.
Allow me not to rob them of the opportunity to wait on themselves, to think for themselves, and to make their own mistakes.
Forbid that I should ever punish them as a means of ridding myself of anger and frustration. Help me to exercise reason and control.
May I grant them all wishes that are sensible and give the courage to withhold a privilege when I know it might do them harm.
Make me fair, just, and considerate. Make me fit to be loved and imitated by my children. May they arise and call me blessed.