I love being a mommy. I love the challenges and the rewards and everything in-between. I love how all three of my little boys are so VERY different and so very much them and no one else.
I often wonder why they were sent to me.....of all the mommies in the world, these three little spirits were sent to me. What is it that I am capable and supposed to teach them? What are they going supposed to teach me? Will I do my Heavenly Father proud? Will I let Him down? Will I send them off into the world in a way that strengthens them and helps them to be happy, confident, content, faithful, giving, kind, strong individuals, all in their own way?
I often wonder - how?
It's an amazing thing to be a mother, but it is also often overwhelming. Especially when three boys are all so different. I feel like I never know if I am doing them right sometimes. It's scary, exhausting, frustrating, and at times, lonely.
But then I see this:
I am not alone. I have the power of faith and prayer and Heavenly Father on my side. I feel Him there, always, guiding me to the next important steps on this daunting and overwhelming task of raising children. He won't let me down. I have the love swelling from my heart, the love that miraculously grows stronger with each passing day. I feel peace knowing with a surety that I will always love my children, no matter what. They are my treasures in this life, and they know it. When I surrender to the fact that all I can do is my best, I realize that by best is already more than I ever dreamed I was capable of, and that being a mommy is already better than I ever imagined.