Isn’t it funny how differently you see your mom after you become a mom yourself? It’s like a magic door to some elite, secret club has been opened, and you realize your mother has been there all along, running the show.
Sometimes I lose my patience with my kids, but then I realize I was once that kid. My mom was once in my shoes. These feelings are not anything new! And my mom seemed to handle motherhood with such grace. How did she do it?
And that’s not even hitting on her awesome grandma skills.
I don’t have a greater respect for any other woman. My mother has carved a path for me. She shaped me in a way that no one else could have.
She is not flawless, and I’m sure if I asked her she would tell me there were things she would change if she could have a do-over. But to me, she is perfect, and I aspire to be just like her. If I could have just one ounce of her patience, or calmness, or sheer grit, I would be a better mom.
I hope one day my kids feel this way about me.
This is Day 9 of my 30 Day Writing Challenge.
Feel free to join me by writing about the woman who has had the greatest impact on your life.
Post a link in the comments below and I’ll be sure to read and comment.