Trying

At the end of some days I can't help but hope that heavenly Father blesses my children with the ability to look past my flaws as a parent, and my flaws as an individual. I feel afraid at times that the only thing they will carry forward with them is the memory of how poorly I disciplined them, or my own personal shortcomings.

I really am trying to do a good job raising them,  I am trying to be good example, I am trying to be a better me/mom.  I hope that my positive efforts don't get to clouded by the times I am impatient, yell, slip out swear words, or throw tantrums of my own.