I love the new year. I love fresh starts. I love making resolutions even though I rarely keep them very long. I love trying to get myself to be a little bit better than I was yesterday. And when I fail to do that...I can always try again tomorrow.
Here's a confession: I sometimes feel like I am the worst mom ever. My kids don't hesitate to tell me this too, and let me tell you that it is hard to hear that. I am trying my best and it's never perfect but I'm doing what I can. I am trying to teach them and help them learn and grow, which brings about lots of tantrums and melt downs because I don't always do everything they want me to or let them do everything they want to. Once in a blue moon, however, I am reminded that I am raising amazing kids that do know right from wrong. After a particularly bad night a few weeks ago where I thought the tantrums and blaming would never end we woke up to this note:
Okay, on to a lighter note...Rachel decided she wanted to try basketball this year. She's actually quite good if she weren't so afraid of getting hit with the ball. And she does look so cute too.