If you need to believe in miracles, just look at your children!
Mother’s Day is coming up on Sunday. My weekend will start with watching “Pook” receive his diploma from college, as well as academic honors! It makes me think back through all of the years spent raising this wonderful family. At times it was trying, but at the end of the day I would not trade one minute of it.
I have been very blessed with seven wonderful children. Each is unique – no cookie cutter kids here. Yet, there is a common thread that runs through all of them. They are all courteous and respectful (98% of the time). When they do goof up, they are accountable for whatever they have done. They take responsibility and adjust as necessary. That is huge in today’s world, in my opinion. They respect authority, although they may not always like it, they respect it.
They are considerate of others. Mine are the children who hold doors open for elderly people at the grocery store. They will stop and offer to put groceries in the car for someone. We did have a discussion recently about whether or not there is a line that you should not cross in helping others. Apparently burying the cat of someone from church in your yard, crosses that line. I have been warned not to start burying road kill and have one mark against me that puts me closer to the “Home”. My arguments that the lady lives in an apartment, had nowhere to take it, and was heartbroken, fell on deaf ears. Anyway…..
They are honest. If they find something that doesn’t belong to them, they make every effort to find the owner. They have been taught that lying is not okay. Tell the truth. It doesn’t mean you won’t get a punishment, you still tell the truth. Sometimes as a mom, I have told white lies. I specifically remember loading the kids into the car when some were in grade school. “Pook” felt what he thought was a raindrop fall on his head. He put his hand up and found purple stuff all over his hand. I ran back inside and got a wet paper towel and wiped it off. I refused to tell him that a bird had “dropped” on him and managed to convince him that a berry had fallen off the tree above him. Do you know what kind of chaos would have ensued had I told the truth at that moment?! I have since confessed to him.
Most of all, my kids are loving. I feel it every day. Our relationships have grown in maturity and love. I enjoy them now as adults. We talk about EVERYTHING! My children are my protectors, the tables have turned. For all of the years I spent looking after them, they are paying me back tenfold! I love them more today than the first minute I held each of them in my arms. I never thought that could be possible. My heart was bursting with love for them even before they were born.
So, this Mother’s Day I want to thank my children for becoming the wonderful people that they are. They have made being a mother my greatest achievement. I love you all “Mommy”, “Calvin”, “SuperSon”, “Mini Me”, “The Blonde”, “Pook”, “The Surprise”. Happy Mother’s Day to You!!!!
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