It never ceases to amaze me how much joy I have found in motherhood.
I was awfully sick and pretty uncomfortable for 9 months and there were times when I wondered ‘what was I thinking doing this again!?’ but as soon as I laid eyes on his beautiful little face all I could think was ‘Oh…that was you in there the whole time? I’m so sorry I even complained for a moment. Kick my ribs all you want! I’d do anything for you.’
I really would. I’m always wondering if I ‘m doing enough or doing it right.
I often wonder how they’ll remember me when they grow up and have children of their own.
I hope they remember me as a warm hug they could always cozy up to.
An understanding ear that could hear their worries and always soften them, just a little.
I want them to remember me as kind and generous. Not just to them but to everyone.
To know that I know how flawed I am but I’ll never give up on trying to become better.
And that I’ll never give up on them no matter what.
I want them to to want their own family and their own marriage because they saw so much love and happiness in ours.
And to remember always feeling loved and wanted and cherished and never alone.
Thank you so much for being here and letting me always share my thoughts, I just love you guys.