As a mom...I struggle. I am constantly criticizing my abilities. The ability to be a mom, be a working mom, be a widowed working mom, be a widowed working mom who tries to still be myself. I know I am not the most patient, the most sane, the most creative, or the best cook. I know the laundry is not always done, there are papers that are late, lunch money forgotten, and sometimes expired milk in the fridge. But I do know one thing...I love my girls. I love them with every fiber of my being, with every ounce of my soul, with everything I am. And I think they know that...they know that I would lay down my life for them. Without a second guess or a blink of an eye. They are my heart, my soul, the true loves of my life, my hope, my future. And every night when I get a text from my Rae telling me good night, or kisses from the Bean, or my lovely 17 year old calls me mommy, and Jen snuggles in my lap. I know that whatever wrong I may be doing...I am most definitely doing something right.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 18:53:53 +0000