Mother's Day

I remember growing up and knowing all I wanted to be was a mom. Sure I wanted to be a nurse or a teacher, but it was always a mom first. I am so lucky that these three call me mom. 

I'll be honest, being a mom is hard... like really hard. Especially lately. I find myself beating myself up. I wonder if I'm failing as a mom. I wonder if I'm doing the right things, am I teaching them right from wrong? Do I let them know how much I love them? Did I tell them enough how proud I am of them? Why did I lose my patience like that?

I hope my kids know that I am not perfect, but I try my hardest. I pray for them every day. I worry about everything they do. And I love them more than they will ever know. Thanks to these three who have looked beyond my flaws, forgiven me for my bad days, and made me love more deeply than I ever imagined. Thanks for making me a mom.