Watching my sleeping daughter...Growing, changing, developing so much personality..I just feel so inadiquate some days...I'm responsible for her mental, physical, spiritual growth..Of course, God has my back lol.. We all make mistakes, but He is gracious enough to entrust us with such precious lives- his own beloved children to raise and nurture. What a humbling task. What a gift and a challenge. These thoughts inspired the folllowing poem:


I don't know how to be a mom
But I'll love you with everything inside
With all my imperfections
In the end I'll know I've tried

I don't know how to be a mom
How much is instinct, how much is learned
Already I've made mistakes
Already my pride's been burned

I don't know how to be a mom
But I want the best for you
Independence, strong mind, tender heart
Compassion, a voice, and walking in truth

I don't know how to be a mom
Maybe I'll ask you to teach me someday
And you can point out all my faults
And point me in the right way

I don't know how to be a mom
But I've been given this amazing task
Of nurturing you body and spirit
And of His grace I must daily ask

I don't know how to be a mom
Really don't have a clue
But I know we'll learn from each other
I know I'll grow more than you

I don't know how to be a mom
But I'll love you with everything inside
And trust that He will fill in the gaps
I know He loves you more than I