Mother's Day. My two boys called me and it was great to hear their voices. They live too far away and I miss them. But they are leading good and happy lives. What more could a mother want?
When Mother's Day comes around, I often think of their childhood and what I could have done better and what I think I did right. I used to beat up on myself for the mistakes I made. It has taken me a long time to realize no mother is perfect. We all make mistakes. But I did most things right.
One of the best things I did was to break the cycle. My boys were not abused. Not by me. Not by anyone. For me, that is a big deal. They had a good childhood. They played and they felt safe and they trusted us. A very big deal.
Another thing, we gave them a stable home. They grew up in the same home with the same parents. Their father and I will be celebrating our 30th anniversary in July.
We taught them about God and about prayer and about faith.
Perhaps best of all, my boys know I love them. And I know they love me. That is the best Mother's Day gift as far as I am concerned.
My prayers have been answered.