When both of my kiddos were born, I knew from that moment on that my heart would be walking outside of my own body. I have felt my heart swell with pride and love at my children's accomplishments... those first steps, learning to read, reaching a goal that they had worked so hard for.
What I didn't realize is the incredible pain and worry that my heart would feel when they fall down and get hurt with lifes unexpected curve balls.
It was so much easier for this Momma's heart when they were younger. Most of those hurts got hugged and kissed away. Now hugs and kisses don't seem to even touch the hurts they experience as they grow up.
It is hard to let our children grow up, intrusting our children's well being to others along their journey. These people have the power to be a positive influence or break their young spirits. I wonder if these people know what incrediable power that they hold in their hands to shape future generations.
As a parent it is hard to see my children get the knocks, bruises and disappointments. I am blessed that right now, being teenagers and still under my care, that I can be there for them to help guide them and sooth their hurt.
God has blessed me one of the greatest gifts of all, my children. Even when this Momma's heart is breaking, I will find the blessings it in all. I will teach my children how to pick themselves up and still reach for their goals.
Boo & Buddy, I am so proud of you. Keep reaching for your hopes and dreams. I believe in you and will always be here for you. Love you!