I'm not a perfect mother. I've yelled more times than I care to put a number to. I've said words I wish I could take back. I've let my patience disappear and I've missed moments and opportunities to learn and grow and teach.
I've functioned on so much less sleep than I ever thought humanly possible. I've eaten foods colder, soggier and just downright gross-er than I ever thought imaginable. I have wiped away snot with my bare hands. I've kissed boo boos, I've read stories and tucked in not only little boys, but teddy bears and stuffy's too. I've cleaned poop out of areas and creases that I didn't know existed on the human body.
I have given up my own identity to build the identity of my sons. I have never flinched or doubted my decision.
I have loved more deeply, more fiercely than I ever, EVER thought possible. I now know what 'run into a burning building to save them' kind of love is all about. I finally 'get' John Q.
I am NOT perfect. But there is no other love that my boys could receive that is more perfect than the love I give them. The love of their mother.
And boy am I lucky I got all of that from my mother too.
Happy Mothers Day to ALL my mother friends out there.
Squeeze em a little tighter tomorrow, and make sure you hug your Mom. xo
