~ A Mother's Job Is Never Finished...and Is Never Easy..

 We look into the eyes of our newborn babies and we quickly forget the pain and aches of pregnancy. We tightly but gently hold on to the new bundle of love that has been placed in our hands. We cry over the miracle of the human being and the responsibility that we have been blessed with. We eagerly greet the few sleepless nights with excitement and recharge in the morning with a pot of coffee. We are cuddling, cooing, rocking and singing our gift to sleep. We wake up if we aren't awakened by cries during the night, only to find the precious one sleeping and we stand there in total admiration. Nothing melts a heart faster than a sleeping child. We are run into the ground. We are surround by colic, sickness, tummy aches, teething, insecurity, baby talk, bumps, bruises and latch key. We also experience the joys of the first words, crawling, the first step, which grow into big things, like first grade, first crushes and heartaches. We keep a constant vigil over our gifts, we try so hard to make sure that avoided hurts are detoured, we kiss the boo boo's, we comfort, we remain strong despite how strong the storm. We try to teach them right from wrong, but must ultimately understand that in the end the choice is theirs. We spend nights on our knees praying that God will show himself to them and make it real. We spend nights worrying about the little things in their lives that are so big.
There was a time in my life when being a mom wasn't what I felt I was. I resented my children and constantly felt that I failed and there for why try? I would like to think that my children never felt that, but we all know that they pick up on the littlest of things. That was many years ago and since than I have loved being a mother. I still fail in so many aspects of what I think I should be to them. I have tried to be selfless yet being strong and bull headed for them if that is what it took. I am learning that there are going to be somethings in their lives that I will have no control over. I won't be able to kiss the boo boo better. I will be there to pick up the pieces and provide guidance for the situation. I will be the mother who will fall into bed in tears when a girl breaks my son's heart, or answer the door with a baseball bat when the boys won't leave my daughter alone. I will be the mom who is there to dry the tears, to teach strength when it seems that there is none to be found. I will wear my title proudly, and I will stand for what as a parent I feel is right, for not only me, but for my gifts