This is not what I grew up with …and I pray everyday I can be this kind of mother to my precious children. Am I too influenced by what I experienced and saw? It drives me to tears of fear almost everyday. And I pray I have not damaged them. So much Guilt, like a heavy cloak I wear everyday.
They are there own perfect people, not mine to own. Only mine to take care of and teach for a short time.
There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children: Roots, to know where home is and Wings, to fly off and practice what has been taught them.
