Yup, two blogs in a row. Can it last? I'm actually off tomorrow. I have to make up the time Saturday and I have an incredibly long day with the kids. 7am-9pm, but we'll manage and have some fun because it's pay day! (Yay, I think?)
Okay, the real reason for my blogging today is that I've decided that moms don't get enough credit. I recently was thinking about my childhood. Although it was limited due to my dads disease, there wasn't anything mom... (AND DADS, really parents in general) wouldn't do for their children. While I can never, never, ever ever ever remember all the things my mom and dad did for me, I hope that I can remember all the things I do for my girls and hope that even though they will never remember everything, they'll remember and know that I love them and I would find the end of universe for them. There are exceptions, definitely. You do have parents who have children that really had no business having them but in most instances, children teach us what living a life on our own could not. Our parents are awesome. My mom... AWESOME. Even now when I am an adult.. there are no words for how awesome she is. And she's not just awesome to me, she's awesome to my brother too. You do have selective parenting in a lot of situations. I've seen that. And I see parents (including myself) doubt their parenting decisions. It's hard to put into words the emotion of having children. The thought, the effort and the life changing circumstances, is an amazing miracle in and of itself. We're lucky, the days we screw up the most as parents, are the days that our children won't remember. Days where the next morning, it's a "get out jail free" learning experience, so to speak. My girls are still young enough for me to remember the days I had to let them cry it out and cry it out myself. It's odd thinking back and realizing that it wasn't a big deal. I've always tried to spend time with my girls as much as I can. They won't be this small forever... One day, I am going to be taking my girls to school and attempt to walk them in and they're going to tell me, "I don't need you to walk me in." And I'm going to be heart broken and proud at the same time. Just as proud as the day they tell me " I hate you." I'll know... no matter how heart breaking it is to hear those words, that I did something right.
I said those words to my mom at one point in time. As did my brother. But we're where we need to be. Doing what we need to do to raise our families. Why? Because.... we have parents who remember the things we were too young to commit into memory. And thank God for that.
Ok, I'm done. I'll probably read this tomorrow and not understand I word that I just wrote.