
Tonight I read a post with the questions I often ask myself.
Was I enough for my kids? Did I hug them enough? Did I tell them I loved them enough? Did I listen enough? Did I laugh enough with them? Did I give them enough independence? Or did I give them too much? Did I rush them to grow up too much? Walking, talking, sleeping through the night, potty training-they were stages I wanted to get through but I hope I never rushed them. Did I teach them to be kind but not to get walked over? Do they know how much I love them and how much joy they fill my heart with? Or do I look too tired and that I don’t show that joy enough?
I treasure the nights they ask me to lay with them until they fall asleep. Do they know this?
Do they know that some days I don’t feel like fighting but I look at them and Bryan and know I have more fight in me? That I am not ever going to give up the fight. And I do this for them?
Do they know I would go through anything to protect them? I don’t ever want to see them hurting, but I worry every night that I won’t always be able to protect them and did I prepare them enough for this?
I hope I have told them enough how much they mean to me. How much I love them, how proud of them I am every single day no matter what happens. That they are the energy that keeps me going on dark days. No matter how dark things get i hope they can always remember this!
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