“No matter what flaws we see when we look in the mirror, our children see one beautiful thing: their mama.
They don’t see the double chin, or the telling gray hairs, or the crow’s feet we fight so hard to ignore. Instead, they see the mama who hugs them and cuddles them each morning. The mama who…”
“It would be easier to say that there aren't days when my rough edges cut the people I love most and that sometimes I forget who I am and to Whom I belong. It would be easier to say that I never lose my temper or speak unkind words or argue…”