I love how responsible my kids are.
I love how they think.
I love how they can solve problems.
I love how they pitch in when there’s a lot to do.
I love how aware they are of the world around them.
I love my kids more than I ever thought I could love another person. I am beyond proud of the people they are becoming. They are a part of me; the core of who I am.
I want the world for them.
I want happiness and friendship.
I want love and success.
I want adventure and freedom.
I want it all for them.
I want them to know that anything is possible, anything at all. I want them to know that they can be whoever they choose to be; they can do whatever they decide to do.
I try to be the person I hope they will be.
I try to be thoughtful.
I try to be caring.
I try to be patient.
I try to be strong.
I try to be loving.
I try to be a role model, someone they can look up to. I try to be someone they can be proud of, so they can be as proud of me as I am of them.
Happy Mother’s Day!
This post is in response to the daily writing prompt Core