Being a mom is one of the best blessings God has given me. I truly love the 5 small people who call me Mom, even if some days I wish I could change my name or hide from them in the bathroom.
I'm not a perfect mom. Some days I'm not sure if I could even call myself a good mom. I get frustrated; I lose my temper. But I'm trying. I'm trying to teach them to love God and love others. I'm trying to show them how to apologize, and believe me, I do that a lot. I'm trying to teach them to love learning for the sake of learning, not just to regurgitate facts onto a test.
I miss my mom. She wasn't a perfect mom either. There were many times that she and I didn't get along. In spite of her flaws, I loved her. I miss being able to pick up the phone and ask her a question about a recipe, tell her a funny story about one of her grandchildren, or just chat.
I hope one day my children will understand that, although I am not a perfect mom, I love them very much.
Happy Mother's Day!