•I’ve never felt I’m particularly good at anything. I’ve never excelled in school. I was never in the plays at school. I don’t sing or dance.
I can’t draw a stick figure to save my life. • somehow, at even a young age, I knew that I would be a mom. I knew that I would be good at it. I don’t say this to brag or toot my own horn. Just like an artist knows their talents, I know mine when Zeb was born, I didn’t need affirmation. I didn’t need to be told I was a good mom. I just knew. • am I perfect? Of course not. Do I yell and lose my temper? Of course. • but I do know why I was put on this earth and nothing gives me greater joy than to be able to experience such an adventure this side of Heaven. happy Mother’s Day to all the ladies out there who have raised your own kids, raised someone elses, loved another’s kid like they were your own, influenced the life of a child and simply showed up when they needed you to all the ladies who, for one reason or another, you are not a mom and know it may never happen for you, we see you and we are rooting for you. I think of you on days like today and you’re not forgotten.