Today I rose.

Not because it was easy.

But because of them.

I wanted so much to lie in bed.

I wanted to turn over, forget the world and fall fast asleep.

But I didn’t, because of them.

Their footsteps thunderously announced a new day had begun.

Their bright eyes and empty bellies demanded my full attention.

They still depend on me for so much.

To eat.

To feel safe.

To feel love.

To teach them about the world.

To show them the way.

Despite not knowing where we are headed.

Despite feeling lost and like I have no clue what I’m doing.

Each morning, I rise for them.

My children remind me of my strength.

My children remind me of the endless possibilities that exist on the other side of pain.

My children remind me of my capacity to hurt and still love even harder.

So many days I feel like I’m drowning.

But their kisses are my lifeline.

Their belly laughs are my reward.

My children remind me that when two separate things become one—anything is possible.

My children remind me of my past but give me hope for the future.

My children remind me why I have to hold on harder on days I feel like giving up.

All that I ever hope for is that they know love.

All that I can ever show them is grace and the power of perseverance.

All that I’ll ever be is forever grateful God chose me to be their mom.