What Kind Of Mother Will I Be?
Today I wonder, what kind of mother will I be?
Will I love as deeply as my mother did?
Will I be there to wipe away my child’s tear?
Will I be able to provide my child with the support they need when their feelings are hurt?
Will I be able to comfort my child in their time of need?
Will I be able to impart words of wisdom and help my child grow up to value respect, honesty and integrity?
Will I be around long enough to see my child become an adult?
Will I be half the mother my mom was?
While I have no ability to predict the future, I do know that I will do everything within my power to be an amazing mom. I also know that I already love our child deeper then I ever thought imaginable and if love is enough, our child will be well equipped for life.
But, I also realize that love will not be enough on it’s own. Yes, love is essential to a good life, it’s critical in fact. But, so is being polite and respectful. So is helping others in their time of need with out hope or expectation of repayment. And so is laughter, happiness and self-confidence.
I cannot force our child to be a good person, but I know it is my role as their mother to show them the way through my actions every single day. It is my role to discipline and educate. My role is to be compassionate and caring. To encourage their innocent dreams and encourage them to reach for the stars. My role is to love to support all of their decisions, even the less the ideal ones.
My role is to walk the fine line between being supportive and being over-protective. I have to hold back my fears, my deep seeded fears, that I can thank 5 miscarriages for. I know, I will need to give our child space to spread their wings and fly.
I realize this is a tall order. The parenting thing, it’s kind of the biggest role we will ever have in our lives. Its a big deal and the stakes are of epic proportions. And, yet, I realize I will fail from time to time. But, I believe parenting is not a perfect science, rather it is an imperfect art. And as an impact art, it can never be perfected. I expect struggles. I expect moments of tears. I expect mistakes will be made from time to time, but we will survive the minor setbacks. I believe our child will have a great foundation to learn from, because we in the MPB household are already perfecting the art of overcoming.
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