I often wonder if I’m doing this mom thing right. If I’m raising girls that will be well adjusted teenagers/adults or if I’m turning you guys into societal misfits. Do I hug you enough and tell you I love you enough?
Will you come to me with your questions and your musings? When I shush you now, do you take that to mean that I never want to hear what you have to say. Will you share with me your first crush and your fears of failure, seeking encouragement and comfort? Or will you hide your thoughts because I’m too preoccupied to listen?
At the park the other day, I watched you all swing and I remembered each one of your first times on the swing. The joy, the excitement of something new. I look forward to each first to come for you.
One day you will all have children of your own and I hope then you will extend grace to me for my short comings as your mother because this mothering thing isn’t easy.
It isn’t easy but I’m cherishing every moment of it while you all are young. I can’t imagine my life without you . You bring smiles and laughter in the most unexpected of ways.