This past Sunday, our church honored the graduating high school seniors in our congregation. Each year, a booklet is compiled with each student's photo, what they love about their family and our church, and a brief description of their future plans.
As I read through the booklet, I was so touched by what one student wrote that I started crying, and I remained choked up for much of the service. Though I haven't spent time with this student in a long time, she was one of the girls in the middle school Bible study I co-led for three years, which perhaps made her words even more poignant.
So what did she say that had such power over me? Here is an excerpt of what she wrote about her family:
"We love each other no matter what, and stick up for each other. I could not be more blessed to have grown up as a -------- (her last name), the family traditions we share and memories we have made, are just a symbol of our unity. The love that permeates our home is felt every time I walk in the door, and I am proud of be part of a family that loves like mine does."
Those are powerful words, and I think they hit me so hard because they articulate what I hope my own children would say about our home. And yet, my shortcomings are ever before me. Though I know this young woman's parents aren't perfect, I often feel I fall so short of who I want to be as a mom. These words are a reminder to me of my main objectives in being a mom--to love my children and provide them with a loving home environment, to teach them, to help them grow.