Mother of the Year

Few things in life have I found more humbling than that of being a mom. My best efforts and intentions sometimes don’t yield the desired outcome. So, during those times, I give myself the “Mother of the Year” award. Take for example my prayers for the kids. Each night after I tuck Julia in and turn out the lights, I spend time praying with and for her. I’ve done this almost every night since she was born. One of the prayers I most regularly pray is that God would bless her with good friends and good mentors. The older I get, the more I am convinced of these two things:

         1. Life will be full of challenges and tough times

         2. With good friends and good mentors, and a strong relationship with God, the kids (and anyone, really) will be able to make it through even the hardest of times.

So, about two years ago, when Julia was six, she asked me when I finished praying, “Mom, why do you keep praying dementors in my life?” (note: if you don’t know what a dementor is, see photo….horrible creatures from Harry Potter series)


Yup, add one more to the collection….