...I do for you.I am a lot of things.
I am a wife, a daughter, an aunt, a granddaughter, a cousin, a niece and a friend.
I am a student, a writer, a listener, a runner and a hard worker.
I am moody, under confident, strong willed and easily irritated.
I am kind, thoughtful, sentimental and an over achiever.
None of this matters.
Or, at least none of that matters as much as the fact that I am a Mom. (Or momma, mother, mama, mommy or MOOOOM!...depending on who's calling me and what they need.) :)
I'm aware of what that title means. That title means that I am responsible for raising children, that will grow into adults and have a major impact on the world. I am raising people, who will one day contribute to society...and I want their contribution to be something of worth.
I am raising them to be responsible, intelligent, giving, hardworking, self reliant and respectful. Everything I do in my life, is with the keen awareness that I am being watched. They watch the choices I make and the reactions that I have.
They see that Mommy works hard at school, so they know how much I value an education. They hear Mommy apologize for making mistakes, so they know that mistakes happen, but apologizing with a humble heart, means that they can be forgiven. They see Mommy and Daddy kiss, (even though it gets met with a loud, "EWWWW!"), so they know that we love each other and work as a team to make this family run smoothly.
Everything I do in my life...is for them. I made the choice when I had them, to no longer put myself first. I can be tired. Sick. Sad. Worried. Stressed. None of that matters, when it comes to them. I will always put them first and make decisions, with their best interest in mind.
When anyone calls into question, my ability as a mother, I react in typical "Momma Bear" fashion. I will lash out, furiously and fast, because nothing cuts me deeper than someone implying that I am anything, other than a great mom. There is no other area in my life, that I work harder at, than Motherhood.
After the initial shock wears off, I realize that it is MY mistake. MY mistake for allowing someone to make me doubt myself for even a split second. MY mistake for allowing someone to hurt me in such a way.
I know inside...deep inside, where you can't even lie to yourself...that I am a wonderful mother. I may have failed in other areas of my life that day, but I go to bed every, single night...knowing that I have truly done my best that day, for my children. No one will ever...ever...convince me otherwise.