May 09, 2023 by Kathy Vintson

I was a good mother.

Not because I was a perfect mother. Goodness no! I have made more mistakes than I care to remember. My kids ate cold pop tarts or microwaved breakfast pizzas on the way to school every morning. I sometimes did their homework for them, simply because I was too tired to help them do it.

I criticized when I should have sympathized, I rolled my eyes when I should have empathized. I was too strict and too lenient. Sometimes I was too much, other times I was not enough. I talked when I should have listened. I yelled when they didn’t listen. I ran around like a crazy person, trying to give them everything. And sometimes that left me with nothing to give.

I was a far from perfect mother. But I was a good mother.

Because I loved them. Oh, how I loved them.

They were my life, my breath, my everything. As babies, I made them sleep with me just because I wanted to hold them and breathe them in. I looked at them and saw God’s grace. I saw the beauty of His plan, His creation. I saw what He had done for me. I saw the fulfillment of His promise—in them. The moment I saw them I knew I would love them for eternity. I knew they would bring me the greatest joy life can give. I knew I would care for them, fight for them, sacrifice for them, and love them with all I had in me.

And I did.

I was a good mother.

And I still am.

Because I loved them.

And I still do.

Love and hugs to all the mothers who can’t be perfect but sure know how to love,
Kathy

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