I've personally been acquainted with 34
Mother's Days.
I finally had children so I could be the
perfect mother!
"I'm never gonna....."
"I'm always gonna...."
"My kids will always..."
"My kids will never..."
I guess my kids didn't read the manual.
So I fumbled through the Motherhood thing.
Sometimes pretty badly.
I remember every moment of inpatience.
Every word I shouldn't have said.
Every moment I wasn't there.
Every word I should have said but didn't.
I remember them.
Sometimes I lie awake over them.
And I've shed many tears about them.
Howie wrote me a note this morning.
Before he flew out of town for the week.
I saved that note until tonight.
He told me I was the mother that our children needed.
He's told me that before.
But today it felt different.
Maybe I was the right mom for them.
Today I held the hands of my daughters.
My 34 year old and my 21 year old.
Today I hugged my mother.
And I hugged my daughters
And I hugged a granddaughter
I wasn't a perfect mother.
But I believe I loved each of my 5 children perfectly.
Unconditionally perfectly.
And maybe...
just maybe...
it's OK that I wasn't perfect after all.