This is How I Hope My Children Remember Me

This is how I hope my children remember me.

I may not be the “crafty mom” who has a cabinet full of paint and glitter.

I may not be the “chef mom” who can whip up cute & delicious themed lunches.

I may not be the “athletic mom” lacing up sneakers to play soccer and baseball.

I may not be the “water mom” who lives at the pool or the splash pad all summer.

I may not be the “fun mom” building secret forts out of couch cushions.

Sometimes glimpses of these versions of mom come out. Even if only for one hour a week. I wonder if my children notice this as much as I do. I wonder if they worry about having a well-rounded childhood or limited number of summers to “get it right”. I wonder if they notice the areas I feel like I’m failing and wish for more.

Something tells me, they don’t. And what a blessing that thought is.

Watching their smiles, hearing their laughter and enjoying their snuggles whispers to my heart that my children just need me. They just want mom to be there playing, comforting, loving, guiding, and experiencing life with them.

While I may not fall into a specific genre of mom, I know that I am “THEIR mom”. And I believe that is the most rewarding version of mom I could ever be.

Their mom. This is how I hope my children remember me.

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