several times, every day, the thought of how difficult being a mom is crosses my mind. i think about the time, love, sacrifice, and patience that goes into raising a child. i think about one day becoming a mother, and raising a family along side my husband.
and, i think about my own mom.
unfortunately, and admittedly, i gave my mom hell in high school. and i wish i realized then what i do now. i wish i realized that she was doing the very best that she could. i wish i realized that she's on my side, loves me, and wants me to be happy. i love her more than the world. and am sorry for the time i could have had with her back then, if i had been nicer.
i'm grateful for a mom who loves me, even when it's hard. who is there for me always. who, despite being on her own for part of our childhood, always made my sister and me first on her list of priorities. i love my mom. and i want to be like her.
and, i think about my own mom.
unfortunately, and admittedly, i gave my mom hell in high school. and i wish i realized then what i do now. i wish i realized that she was doing the very best that she could. i wish i realized that she's on my side, loves me, and wants me to be happy. i love her more than the world. and am sorry for the time i could have had with her back then, if i had been nicer.
i'm grateful for a mom who loves me, even when it's hard. who is there for me always. who, despite being on her own for part of our childhood, always made my sister and me first on her list of priorities. i love my mom. and i want to be like her.
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