Do you ever look at your kids and think, "Woah... I have a freaking huge responsibility in the form of an adorable child." I usually think this when I look at them sleeping like little lambs. (These pictures are from a few months ago.)
I think about how blessed I am that God allowed me to mother these precious gifts. Then I think that I hope I don't screw them up for the rest of their lives. Children come to us beautiful and pure (aside from that whole original sin thing) and we get to teach them how to live. It is amazing and terrifying rolled into one. I want my girls to know love every moment of their lives. That is not to say that they should never know pain or be punished because those are also part of life. I mean, however, that I want them to know even when they totally feel like they messed everything up that I love them, that their father loves them, and that their Father in Heaven loves them most of all. I want them to know and love the Catholic Church the way I didn't when I was growing up. I hope to lead by example there and not just push them into religion. I want them to care about others and each other. I want so much for them, it is no wonder I feel overwhelmed with the weight of it all.