I feel so blessed to be a mom, and perhaps more blessed to have had the Mom I do.Image courtesy of tfaoi.com
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Sometimes the role of being a mother leaves me feeling overwhelmed. I find myself wishing I was a kid again. I remember, on occasion, my mom would come into my room to wake me up. She would rub my hair away from my forehead and say, "It's time to wake up, brown berry." I loved when she called me that. For some reason it always made me feel unique and special. Then one day we are expected to grow up gentle wake-up calls are replaced with a harsh alarms, words of encouragement must come from within and all the taking-care-of is suddenly up to us. It's a humbling experience.