As Preston and I were standing in line to ride the Zilker Zephyr today, I realized something. I, of course, want to write this blog to chronicle some amazing memories our family will create. Nevertheless, I don't want to paint a false picture that our family is perfect, raising children is rainbows and gumdrops, and that it all comes naturally. That simply isn't the case. Although Preston will always be perfection in mine and Stuart's eyes, he doesn't always act perfect (none of us do). I am constantly learning/struggling to find the delicate balance between loving mother and loving teacher & disciplinarian for my son. That being said, I don't plan on harping on the negative, or focusing on the insane tantrums my dear-heart will and has thrown, but I wanted to make that point clear. Our family is definitely not perfect and motherhood is by far the hardest challenge I have had to face, but it is also the most rewarding blessing I could have. Afterall, even after said tantrum in line waiting for our turn on the train ride, this is what I got. So, so sweet.
I came across this quote on a friend's Pinterest page the other day, and it really struck a chord for me. I shared it on Facebook, but thought I'd share it again. Couldn't be any more true.
"The love a mother feels for her sons is a miracle. It is natural for a
woman to love a girl baby with whom she shares a place in history,
culture, and biology. But to love so much that you would be willing to
die for beings so vastly different from yourself is nothing short of
miraculous" ~Karin Kasin
He is such a blessing! :)
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