While this is not the blog I was originally going to do, I felt it was appropriate to change the subject matter. Up til last night I had what I thought was going to be my story drafted and ready to be typed. I sat here in worry last night trying to find time between my sick children to get things done, I began to realize it just wasn't going to happen.
My worrying turned to an abundance of anxiety as I thought of all the homework I wouldn't get done. All of the house chores piling up around me. Worrying about my severely sick child as his fevered body warmed mine. My son must have sensed my uneasiness and looked up, smiled, and simply said, " I love you".
Knowing that my children and I have a special bond makes all of the things I do every day, regardless of whether I want to, make it on time, or even get them right, makes it worth my while. It brings the same happiness to my heart that it does them.
I thought back to when I was a child and remembered all of the good things my own mother did not leave a chance for me to remember. My mom was not a continuous part of our lives and most of the parts she came into left my siblings and me slightly broken.
She wasn't there for any of our big moments, sports games, concerts, etc. She wasn't there for the normal stuff, homework, dinner, baths. She wasn't there for those hard moments, being sick, bullied, trying to figure out what to do as I reached an age toward woman-hood. She just was simply absent.
Since this was about legacies and what we would pass down from one generation to a next I thought about what my mother left us. I considered her "legacy", if that is what you would call it. I figured out that your legacy can be just as bad as it can be good. I wondered to myself what did I want my for my children and me? What would our legacy be?
What I want is simple. I want to raise my children to know they have parents who will drop anything, at anytime to be there for them. I want them to know I will always work hard to better my life which in turn makes their lives better as well. I want them to see me in all of the special moments in their lives. Most of all I want them to know that I loved them and that I cared.
I hope that in turn, they will grow up to be the very best parents they can be.
I hope that in turn, they will grow up to be the very best parents they can be. 
This is so good! You captured my attention from the beginning and this was a concept that I didn't expect. Its very heartwarming to see the dedication you have for your kids and what they mean to you. Very well written and it made me smile. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!! They definitely have defined the person I have become over the years.
DeleteI loved your blog. Your children are absolutely adorable! I really like how the picture of your kids is cropped into the last paragraph. I am not sure what you were going to write about but I am so glad you wrote about what you did. So beautifully written and I feel like I really know who you are from this post. It's very honest and to the point. The last paragraph made my heart melt.
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