Sometimes I wish . . .

 . . . I was a good blogger. That I could write and write and people followed my blogs. But, I'm not.  And only my friends and family follow my blog-which is ok.  I'm thankful for my friends and family who read this blog.  So, read this post below and know that what she is saying is what I'm thinking.  Being a mom is HARD work.  Hard. Work.  It's great work, but it's hard.  Especially for those of us who have perfectionism ingrained in our being.  Those of us who want to do all and be all for each of our family members.  Those of us who want to teach reading, brushing teeth, how to pick up toys, how to glue glitter on the page without it spilling all over the floor, how to sit up, grasp a toy, sleep through the night, treat others with kindness, fairness, gentleness and generosity, how to say prayers, how to talk to Jesus when we are scared, how to talk to me when you are troubled, how to love others, serve others, treat others the way you want to be treated.  Teach the heart issues as well as the head issues.  Teach teach teach so the little people will grow up to be great people.  Figure out how to teach to each child differently so they grow up to be the person God wants them to be, God purposed them to be.  Above all else I want them to know they are loved. Period.  In the midst of the school papers thrown around my house, the little toys scattered on the carpet, the clothes waiting to be put away, the bathtub needing to be cleaned, the faces needing to be wiped, I want my children to know they are loved by me.  And by their Maker.  Read the blog below and be blessed.

Real Mom. Superhero in Disguise