There was a time when I thought I would never have an opportunity to be a mother. And now that I am one, four times over, I cannot stop being amazed.
After becoming a mother the restlessness inside me disappeared. I was finally content. I was finally at peace. I guess I had finally found my path. And I was happy.
My children force me to be a better person. To try harder and to finally release my childhood pain, regrets and issues. I’ve found the blessing from the less than perfect aspects of my childhood—-and that is that I can try to do better. My children don’t have to have the same childhood I did. I can learn from my parents’ mistakes.
I enjoy my children. Truly enjoy them. Homeschooling them is just another blessing and an opportunity to get to know them better each day. I know I’m baised, but I think they are pretty neat kids! Isn’t that how every parent should feel about the children they are raising?
My children make me:
In short, my children make my life full.
They are a blessing and a gift.
And I am so grateful.