How many times did you tell your mom that she “didn’t love you” in your teenage years. I can remember one particular time that I told her that and I could instantly see the hurt in her eyes. Fast forward ten years later and I understand why.
When your young I’m sure most of you realize that your parents love you to some degree, but you never fully understand until you have your own. When you meet that baby for the first time everything changes. I remember holding Megan for the first time and instantly falling in love with that precious little human. I couldn’t believe that after nine months that she was finally here and she was mine to keep. Since then I have realized just how much my mom really loves me. You cry with them when they fall, rejoice with them when they overcome a obstible, and love them no matter what. I have always heard children are resilient, but children need to be shown love more than anything! I have 4 girls now and sometimes its hard to spread myself even among them all. I often wonder am I doing this right and I tell myself I’m a failure a million times a day, but that one little smile while were baking a cake, or to hear mom, I did it! I read the sentence after hours of crying is the best reward ever. Some days are hard and I wish for bedtime, but when bedtime comes around and the girls are freshly bathed, cuddled in the bed I am reminded just how blessed I really am. I love them so much it really does hurt.