Being a Mom

Do you ever have a moment where you think about your life and everything seems so beautiful? The good things and the bad things, the entire experience. Our lives are so fragile, like a spiderweb with drops of dew clinging to it. I have been a mother now for a little over two years. I can honestly say my heart has grown three sizes larger. My sweet children have taught me so much in such a short time and I am so thankful for them. I know I will forever treasure their smiles and cuddles. When I was a little girl people would always ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up and I would always respond, "a mom." I thought that way because I have a wonderful mother. She worked hard to make us feel loved. She taught us, cleaned for us, and supported us. When I was really small I was afraid of the wheat grinder. It was loud and scary. Whenever my mom ground wheat my sister Jill and I would run and hide in my parents' closet. We would bring in all our toys and set up camp. But we always knew when she was done Mother would bring us a nice warm slice of bread. I have felt that way all my life. No matter what my mom would be there. Happy Mothers Day Mom, I love you.