Since as far back as my memory can go, I remember wanting to be a mother. I was a little girl who played with baby dolls. I even went so far as collecting soda pop cans from all the neighbors in my grandma's neighborhood so that I could buy baby doll clothes at the 5 and dime store down the street. I think I had probably one of the best dressed baby dolls in the neighborhood.
I didn't really feel like writing this post today because I am sure I wouldn't win the mother of the year award today. My 13 year old told me I am ruining his life. I don't know if I should take it to heart or think gee I must be doing something right. I never thought being a mother would be so hard. I thought all you had to do was just love and they (meaning my children) would understand how much I love them and want to be obedient. I have heard of stories where all the mother had to do was look at their children and they behave. I wish I had that trick. However, I love my children. I tell them every day that I love them and sometimes maybe even 5. It isn't always so simple. While I do some really grand things for my children, I hope at the end of the day it is the really small things that matter the most. I hope they understand the sacrifices made for them. I hope they know that I wanted and choose to be their mother.
To my mother and my mother-in-law, thank you for all that you have done for me, my husband, and our family. I know sacrifices were made and that being a mother is not an easy job, and just because we are no longer living at home you haven't stopped being a mother.
To all the women in my life and in my children's life, even if you may not have children of your own, you have been mother's too because it really does take a village to raise a child.