|Better late then never.|
Today the prompt is gratitude. I am eternally grateful for the gift of growing with my children.
After my mom abandoned me (there is something so uncomfortably permanent about writing that word), I naturally doubted my own maternal instincts. This fear was rooted in a belief that I was a mirror reflection of her. I thought I would fail as a mother, because she failed. I thought my fate was inextricably intertwined with her choices. I thought I would repeat the same cycle of abandonment in my own life. These thoughts imprisoned me.
Freedom came the day I claimed my own individuality. I am not the sum total of my mother's choices.
I am imperfectly human.
When I look at this picture, I see remnants of my own imperfections. These small reflections show up in a smirk or a smile. A mannerism or temperament. On the other hand, when I look at this picture I see individuals. I see unique personalities; people who will ultimately make their own choices in life.
I am grateful to be there for those choices. I am grateful to share every emotional outburst, impatient meltdown, peaceful compromise, and loving embrace, because I live in the immediacy of these moments.
There is something wonderfully abiding in these rich experiences, and I am grateful to share in the full breadth of the human experience with them.