I am a mom. That’s such a simple statement, yet its possibly the most difficult to define. As parents we struggle to be everything and everybody that our children will need. Its a full time job, with out the new hire orientation, no instruction manual, the pay is way below minimum wage, and there are times that we’re under appreciated. Yet, it can be the most fulfilling life experience a person can have. Its not easy, it can be frustrating, humiliating, heartbreaking, exhilarating, awe inspiring, jaw dropping and I’m sure many more descriptive things.
The first lesson I learned, there is no such thing as being the perfect parent. We all have those moments of ” what in the hell am I doing ” . I never say I’m a great mom, I do believe that I am loving mom, and that helps me to feel like I’m a good mom. I want to raise my children to be individuals, who have the confidence to go after their dreams, the wisdom to see those dreams become reality, and the grace to appreciate their hard work. I want them to know that having prejudices, and making judgements of others is a weakness. It takes more time and energy to hate then it does to forgive and move on.
I want to always try to remember how it felt to be their age, so that I can be sensitive to their struggles. I want them to be proud of who they are, and where they came from.
I guess I just want to be a positive influence in their lives.