Sometimes I am a terrible one. I should share more scripture. I should share less scripture. I should pray more. I should get on my knees more. I need to hug more. I have said many times, “As long as you live in my house, you go to church.” But then I don’t want to push him away from church, so I just have to eat my words and let him sleep in—after all, he is 22.
I wonder many times if I could have been a better mom or should I have done something different. Then I look at my beautiful daughters and see them raising their children and realize I must have gotten something right. I am proud of all of our kids and now I see (more…)