Growing up, I did not learn how to be a good mom. I did not learn how to be loving, kind or patient. I saw anger, abuse, and bitterness. I learned not to follow house rules, but to try not to make mom mad, especially if she’d been drinking.
When I had my first child, I knew little about being a parent. I made many mistakes over the years. I tried to learn and do better. I know I was a better mom than my mom was, but I was far from perfect.
My daughter is an amazing mom! She is kind, patient, and loving. She cares for her children with wisdom. They know they are loved, and they know the rules like “don’t go near the street” or “don’t hit your brother with sticks”. They know there will be consequences when they break the rules. They also know the consequences will be dealt out with love and compassion.
When I look at the men and women my other children have become, I know that they, too, will be great parents if they have children of their own. Until then, they are awesome aunts and uncles.
Changing the family tree. That is a triumph to be proud of.