It’s that time of year, where we pride ourselves on being the best moms we can be. We secretly blame ourselves for every time one of our children fail. Forgetting to pat ourselves on the back for a job well done. It isn’t until the years pass by, do we really see who we are as mothers. What we have sacrificed and what we have gained. The time spent nurturing and loving our children to be all they can be.
So on this day we cherish things, both big and small. Whether it’s the handmade cards and gifts from our children. The hugs and kisses that light up our hearts. Or the breathtaking jewelry and lavish clothes we wear. With all the joy we receive on this day; we are reminded that every day is Mother’s Day. Not just one Sunday in May.
Nicole A. Walker
Confessions of a Superwoman 