I am your mom. I carried you for 9 months. I gave birth to you. I nursed you, rocked you, sang to you. I hold you when you are sick. Give you medicine, rub your back, and tell you everything is going to be ok. I listen to you when you are sad, scared, and silly.
I want to give you everything, but everything is not what you need. I want to make your life easy, but an easy life isn't doing you or the world any favors. I want to let you skate by, because if I'm honest, it's easier for me to NOT ask you for your best.
I love that you have a nurturing heart that is such a surprise in your personality.
I love that you have a real life hero that you look at with stars in your eyes.
I love your laugh and all the ways you make us all smile.
I love your selfless heart, always thinking of your family and friends before yourself.
I love your love of organization and order.
I love you, all.
I am so lucky to see all these things in you all, everyday.
Not only am I your mom. . .
I am your teacher.
These two role are hard to distinguish for me. I know now, they are hard for you to distinguish too. I am sorry this is confusing. I'm sorry that because I'm your teacher, some days, I don't want to be your mom. I'm sorry that because I'm your teacher, you take my "teaching" as disappointment. I am sorry that sometimes, because I'm your mom, I talk to you in ways a teacher NEVER would.
Although there are things I am sorry for, there are many more I am THANKFUL for. I am thankful that I get to teach you to read, write, add. I am thankful that I get to be apart of your "ah-ha" moments. I am thankful that I get to watch you teach each other, not just school lessons, but life lessons as well. I am thankful that daddy is the "principle" of our school and encourages and challenges us all. I am thankful that I get to see the VAST differences in all of you. From the way you learn, to the way you communicate, to the way you love. I get to be a part of it everyday. I am so blessed.
My children, we are blessed. Blessed beyond anything we deserve. Blessed to be each other's lives, all day. I know, sometimes it doesn't feel like a blessing. Oh, but it is. I thank God for the time I have with you because I know it is short. Too short. So in this short time I pray that as your mom and teacher I will honor God in raising, teaching, and guiding you. I pray that "we, being rooted and established love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge--that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." Because, beyond your education in reading, writing, and arithmetic, knowing Christ is the most important knowledge you will obtain in your lifetime.
This is what it's about.