As parents we deeply affect our children…
their lives, their feelings, their perspectives, their confidence, their experience in this world. But I don't believe it's our job to make them great. They were great before they came to us. It's our job to help them see that.
To help them know just how divine they are. To help them be the great that God created them to be.
It is my greatest honor, privilege and joy to be entrusted with a divine daughter of God to call my own. To love, to teach and to serve. But I consider it my miracle and blessing to have her in my life… to love and teach me. To help me see just how much we each mean to God. To see His goodness in her purity, her selflessness, her trust, her forgiveness and tolerance and unconditional love for me, no matter how imperfect I may be.
I'm grateful for my own mother, who gave life to me and for me. Who taught and loved me in the best way she knew how. I'm grateful to my sweet daughter… for making me a mother and giving me the chance to learn and grow through my time in this life with her. And I'm grateful to every woman in this world who has been a teacher, supporter, leader and friend to me... and to all those around them.
So much good comes from the hearts and hands of women.
I love this reminder.
