My daughters teach me every day that it’s okay not to be perfect. I wake up daily wondering how to do more, talk more and be there more for them, even though they don’t ask for it. In my spinning mind, there’s always something more that I can, something more I should do, even if I had no inkling of what that “more” is. I’m not going to lie, it makes me wondering how good of a mother I can be if I never feel like I hit the mark.
But every day, my three beautiful girls still love me. Whether it’s through a silence hug or a smile at one of my uncool comments or even in an eye roll as I ask for the third time for something to be done, they accept me as I am – flaws and all. Even through all the imperfections and the gaps I feel like I need to fill constantly, those issues don’t seem to effect how they look at me.
What a beautiful gesture. It’s the reason why I won’t stop trying to be best mother to them even if perfection is truly impossible – which I know it probably is. I won’t stop striving for a life where I can focus more on them, than on a job. My passion for writing will lead me down avenues that will take me closer to them, soon than I know. I can feel it and the most importantly, I simply believe it.
I was once told that I was anointed to be a mother of girls, and today, and every Mother’s Day, that thought fills my soul. It is a blessing and I will never take it lightly. Thank you, God!
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you wonderful biological and non-biological mothers, grandmothers, aunts, and Godmothers out there. You were destined for your role. God and your kids believe in you, even when you don’t. Find peace in that today and enjoy the love.
One motherly love to you all!