When I think

When I think about my mom, I think about angels and roses.  She has wings like an angel and the sweetness of a rose.  She puts herself last.  She is patient and kind, charming and giving.  She sees the best in people; in me. 

When I think about what kind of mom I want to be, I think about her.  I want to put myself last.  I want to always come from a place of love.  She was always there and still is.  She is home.

When I think about moms in general, I think about self sacrifice.  I think about women who do whatever they can to make it work for their family.  I think about everything they do for their family and everything they don’t do for themselves.

When I think about my old friends who are moms, I can’t believe that we started out as children together and now we are moms together.  I am proud of them; of us.

When I think about new moms I’ve met, I am grateful to have them in my life.  I call on them to vent, to share, to laugh, to understand.

When I think about working moms, I think about how hard it must be to juggle a job and children.  To balance.  To make it all work.  I applaud them.

When I think about stay at home moms, I think about how hard it is to feel significant.  To get through the long days.  To balance.  I applaud them.

When I think about every single mom in the world, I don’t feel alone. 

When I think about how significant it is to be a mother and realize the magnitude of what we do….I feel great responsibility.

When I think about it all; especially the impact we have on our children, I am humbled to the core.

Motherhood starts with loving hands, is etched with loving hearts, and embraced in loving arms.

I am grateful to all the moms in my life who make me feel that I am not alone.  Thank you.  I am grateful for my mom for guiding me and showing me nothing but unconditional love.  Thank you.  I am grateful for my mother-in-law for letting me into her family and treating me like a part of it.  Thank  you.  I am grateful to be a mom. 

I am grateful….

Happy Mother’s Day!