At the risk of sounding really cheesy (and potentially giving too much of my mystery away LOL!) ,...What can I say?! I adore my children :)
Their long eyelashes, and chubby legs, the BIG baby blues, and soft golden hair. The sweet baby smell and the innocence of their actions and curiosity about life and the world around us. It is all so deeply, lovingly, amazing to me absolutely everyday,... well okay not when they are both crying, demanding, temper tantruming, and well just being kids (but perhaps mommie just wants a little peace & quiet or grown up time, and isn't the least bit interested in watching the Lion King for the Umpteenth time or playing Power Rangers - where I almost always get swiped at and hit with a sword! Ouch, it really hurts people - or getting up in the middle of the night to remedy a screeching, crying little one or soaking wet bed...never mind throwing frozen pancakes to "the monsters" upstairs - I have to keep a Ziploc supply in the freezer for just these moments - apparently since I've grown up they've advanced from eating little children, hrmmmm.... I like that) 
All that aside mind you I just look at my two little cherub treasures and take a deep breath and *sigh*.... I thank my angels as often as I can, I know and am humbled by my luck with these children. They are intuitive, generous, smart as a whip (what the heck does that mean anyway! ahah) free spirited and unabashedly loving. You may also know of many couples who are the best couple in the world and would make the best parents only to be left in mother nature's reject pile for conception. It's so not fair... mind you they have some of the best kids after all by being even luckier to welcome a sweet child into their homes through the miracle of adoption! (At lot more work than your average bedroom romp too!)
I have recently (in the last 6-8 mths) been chronicling journal entries and milestone excerpts for both of my kids. There is no rhyme or reason to the structure of my "letters" It's just when 
something exciting (or not so exciting) and I feel like writing to my children, I type it out and address the situation (Emmerson crawled today, Hayden made new friends, How I felt about our day today). I feel like it is a testament to them, for them and with them. As I speak from my heart and truthfully about my feelings as a parent to them, like said it's not always pretty and roses. I will talk about my feelings and theirs about an argument or willful discipline issue we had that day,... or I might talk about what I am going through as their mother and as a woman...Or I might just site the obvious milestones. Whatever comes out I always feel full in the end because I know how much this will mean to them to look back and really know what was going on.
something exciting (or not so exciting) and I feel like writing to my children, I type it out and address the situation (Emmerson crawled today, Hayden made new friends, How I felt about our day today). I feel like it is a testament to them, for them and with them. As I speak from my heart and truthfully about my feelings as a parent to them, like said it's not always pretty and roses. I will talk about my feelings and theirs about an argument or willful discipline issue we had that day,... or I might talk about what I am going through as their mother and as a woman...Or I might just site the obvious milestones. Whatever comes out I always feel full in the end because I know how much this will mean to them to look back and really know what was going on. I wish my mother had done the same thing... I have heard the handful of stories about my 
childhood a million times, but when it comes to details, or derailing off of those 5 or 6 stories I get little or no response, and it is severely frustrating. Especially when you are trying to piece information together from dealing with childhood trauma - albeit minor to some (i.e. divorce, parenting a parent, skipping your childhood in order to take the lead in the family) but to me it has been the struggle that holds many answers to the trials of my youth and entrance into adulthood. I have moved forward and dealt with alot of these such issues over my short life, and continue on a path to higher purpose & self discovery. I'm changing all the time, and I love it. (hope that doesn't make me sound like a crazy person, Ah well, it wouldn't be the first time someone thought that ! AHAHhaha)
childhood a million times, but when it comes to details, or derailing off of those 5 or 6 stories I get little or no response, and it is severely frustrating. Especially when you are trying to piece information together from dealing with childhood trauma - albeit minor to some (i.e. divorce, parenting a parent, skipping your childhood in order to take the lead in the family) but to me it has been the struggle that holds many answers to the trials of my youth and entrance into adulthood. I have moved forward and dealt with alot of these such issues over my short life, and continue on a path to higher purpose & self discovery. I'm changing all the time, and I love it. (hope that doesn't make me sound like a crazy person, Ah well, it wouldn't be the first time someone thought that ! AHAHhaha)I hold for my children that they may have a smoother and joyful transition into childhood, youth & adulthood, as time is so fleeting, we blink and those days of playgrounds and wading pools are far behind us.
So for today...and everyday I will continue to hug and kiss my children, to laugh at their jokes that don't make ANY sense! (perhaps that is why they think they are SO funny, gosh little geniuses) guide them and comfort them, allow them to just be children however that unfolds for each of them and be kind to myself - as I am the one and only mother they will ever have, and for that I am truly thankful.
P.S. A friend told me recently that "kids get only 2 parents in their lifetime, and then make millions of friends, so there is no reason to be their friend - accepting your role as a parent is not only respecting yourself, it is respecting them. Giving them what they really need - someone to look to for advice, comfort, stability, shelter, and a role that can never be replaced, by anyone" (she was referring to a few men/fathers we know that act like friends to their kids). I just found this to be so revealing and a wonderful way to not feel guilty about discipline, consequences, rules, and other dirty jobs of parenting. Something many mothers including myself feel torn about on a regular basis! Yea *Sigh....* I love being a mother, I really do.
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