I’ve only been a mother for just under four years; I could tell you a few things. I’m still working on the necessary skills. For now I can say that daily I see my failings. Daily, I see what I’ve finally gotten right. But the toughest critics by far, in this job of motherhood, are your own children. They’ll tell you what you’ve gotten right and what’s gone wrong. Daily. Minute by minute. When you don’t even care to know. But they’re also your biggest fans.
This relationship–mother-child, it’s a mystery.
Before I even get out of bed, I am already praying for God’ strength to do all that I need to do. To love my children in the way that they need to be loved.
I fail miserably.
On a daily basis. But they love me anyways.
I press on and make the best of each moment I have. Making reparation for the hurts I have caused or the words that weren’t meant to be said.
They love me because I love. They simply love.
They love me anyways.