Disclaimer: No part of this post is in reference to my husband.
If there is one part of my life where I am completely confident, it is my role as Sam’s mother. I thank God every day for trusting me to raise his special angel. I feel blessed beyond words and I truly believe that though I am not perfect, I am the perfect mother for Sam.
No one else knows my child like I do.
No one else knows how to be his mother.
No one else could have raised Sam to become the exceptionally cool kid that he is.
I never have to worry about being judged for how I raise my child because there is not one fiber of my being that is the least bit concerned about what others think. God gave Sam to me and I never doubt God. (Well, I did once. It is too hard to attend a funeral for an enfant without doubting him. But I got over it.) And though I clearly do not need the extra vote of confidence, my mother (the best mom in the world) makes me feel like I am the best mom in the world.
So, what kind of mother do I want to become? More on that tomorrow.
Meanwhile, here are a few photos from our recent trip to the state museum. Just because…
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