Happy Mother's Day

In many ways I am only six and a quarter years old, for that is when I was born as a mother, when my beautiful son came into this world. Before then, a different person existed, a shadow of the me I am today. I did not know that I would never be the same again.

By far the best, the hardest job I will ever have. Joy and laughter, frustration and squabbles; no two days are the same. I love my children with my whole heart, yet I often make mistakes and have to ask their forgiveness.

I am grateful for this time I have with them, that is fleeing far too quickly. Yes, I will always be their mother, but a day will come when they do not need me in the way they do now. Bryttain tells me that when she is grown up and has children of her own, we will be neighbors. She cannot imagine, at her tender age, a time when she would want space from me, but I fear the inevitable. Arran says that he will always live with us, but I know his future wife may well have other plans. The joy and heartache of being a mother.

I love my children more than I ever knew I would or could. How could we know what we would become, how we would feel?

To all those mothers out there...Happy Mother's Day

To my beautiful, sweet, loving children, thank you for accepting me and loving me. You are my treasure and my heart is forever yours. I love you!