When my kids grow up and start their own life… when they have their own kids…
What will they remember? Who will they remember?
Will they remember the mornings with a cranky mom who needed more sleep?
Or the nights she was there for them when they woke up from a bad dream?
Will they remember the mom who constantly nagged about all the things?
Or the mom who cared enough to worry about it all?
Will they remember the mom who was stressed, overwhelmed and drained?
Or the mom who was thoughtful, understanding and empathetic?
Will they remember the mom who desperately needed to be alone for just one minute?
Or the mom who went back into their room at night for just one more kiss?
Will they remember the frazzled mom who lost her shit too many times?
Or will they remember the mom who was there – no matter what, all the time?
When I’m no longer here, who will they remember?
