It’s safe to say that all my adult life my thoughts and worries have centered on the well-being of my husband, marriage, and kids. I am the Mom that had a million ideas and expectations for myself. And I’ve thought of a million things I “should have” done better. I should have read more books with kids. I should have read more scriptures. I shouldn’t have started my business. We should have been more active, gone hiking more, we should have gone on more family activities. We shouldn’t have ever gone down the slippery slope with cell phones. I should have been more patient. I should have listened and loved more. I should have been more accepting. I should have done more to serve those around us.
I could go on and on …
No parent is perfect, but I hope my family knows that I did the best I could with the knowledge and experience I had at the time. I hope they can see that as the years rolled on, I became a better Mom by learning from my mistakes. I hope they can see we did everything we could to provide a stable, safe home for them. I hope they’ll remember the funny times we’ve had. I hope they don’t forget sleep outs in the backyard. I hope they remember marshmallow roasts, birthday parties, camping trips, the private hours, the crazy road trips. I hope they noticed the kindness I tried to show to everyone, including strangers. I hope they know that we love(d) them no matter the decisions they’ve made. I have loved being their Mom.
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