July 12, 2014

As I was raising my children, there were many days (more than I can count) that I felt like a failure. I tried my best to be a good mother, teach them well, keep them dressed and fed, give them skills to survive on their own. I helped with homework, volunteered in their classes, coached soccer teams. Some people would say I "Put my life on hold" to raise them as a stay at home mother. (I disagree...I feel like that IS life.) But more often than not, I felt inferior. I wasn't patient enough, lost my temper, said things I shouldn't. I felt I was too strict, or not strict enough. At times I probably made them feel they weren't good enough at school, at sports, at home. But despite all my failures as a mother, they continue to surprise me. I am so proud of them and the men they have become.   Just this week, Logan received his Phlebotomy Certification while continuing to work. Also, despite being hit by a car, losing his job, and finding out that he was one class short, Dakota stayed Summer Semester in St George, and now has officially graduated with an Associate of Science degree.  When I look at my kids (ALL of them) I figure I must have done something right. And they love me despite my inadequacies. (Most days) :)