Motherhood can be quite exigent, but I will do it over and over again.

There are the fun days, there are the busy days, there are days when I have so many palpitations that I think my heart will burst open. There are times that I scream and yell so much, but it seems it all falls on deaf ears, while I hold back tears of frustration.

Many times before I fall asleep, I run the day’s activities with the girls through.

I smile, remembering all their silly jokes and funny acts. At times when I feel I was a bit hard on them, I ask God to forgive me and help me to be more patient with them.

Some nights while they sleep, I anoint them and speak the things I want to see over their lives.

Other nights, I just stay up watching how beautiful they look while sleeping. I pull their cheeks and give them kisses. 

When I’m overwhelmed with emotions, I write them notes, and leave it right by their bedside knowing how much they appreciate such…

When I allow my imaginations surf, I think about how life would be by the time they are teenagers. I can’t help but nurse a little fear on if anything might change.

While at it, I promise myself to be the best mum to them. I just want to love my girls to the point where they can share the good, bad and ugly with me.

I want to be part of their growing up process. I don’t want to wake up, and realize they are suddenly all grown.

We are consciously creating for them an environment where they can grow up with very healthy self esteem. 

In the interim, I note their daily milestones, learn their strengths and weaknesses, while deliberately working on my relationship with them. I enjoy every minute spent together.  It’s not always easy, but realizing how important it is, I make out the time.

Motherhood is a beautiful experience I would never trade for all the gold in this world.

I love my daughters.

I love my husband, deeply….