Confession

My children don't deserve me.

They are sweet, trusting, loving, perfect little beings.

I am irritated, tired, frustrated, and missing any patience.

I love them more than anything. There are no words to describe my love of these two little people.

And yet, I keep ending my days wishing I had shown more patience, more understanding, more love.

I pray every single day that Heavenly Father will make up the difference for me. That my children won't suffer because of my weaknesses and sins.

I remember dealing with infertility and praying to be a mom.

I remember watching my baby sick and praying that his time with me would be lengthened.

I haven't forgotten.

Yet, I have a lot of work to do to be worthy of those blessings.

Makes me sick to thing I'm not doing the best I know I can. I feel guilty.

My kids deserve so much more than just me.

But I am still so thankful for their beautiful smiles. They given reason and meaning to my life.




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