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.
5.27.2011
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I believe this is the prayer of every good mother's heart. And you are a good--no, great--mother!
I Like this ;0).
You and me both, Helen.
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