Sometimes I feel like I'm a really bad mom.
Bed time prayers are forgotten.
The bickering becomes too much.
I yell when I shouldn't.
We eat cereal for dinner.
Teeth go unbrushed.
I forget to read the bed time story.
Because its been a long day.
And I'm tired. And a bit cranky.
And I take it out on them. Even though I know I shouldn't.
I teach them to say I'm sorry.
And sometimes I have to say it too.
I ask for forgiveness.
I pray for strength.
And my little boys always give me another chance.
To be a better mama. Their mama.
And I try really hard to do better.
I asked Gentry tonight if he will let me give him kisses even when
he's big and has girlfriends.
With a toothy grin on his face and arms wrapped tightly around my neck
"I choose you to be my girlfriend."
I'll remind him of that one day.
So today this mamma or **ahem** girlfriend will try harder.
And tomorrow too.
Maybe one day they will say that I was a really good mom.