Well, that's a tall order...
A mother's heart is a fearsome (causing awe or respect) thing. The heights of emotion mine can reach has always astounded me a bit. Since the time my boys came into this world I've been working to watch over, train, provide for and protect them as best I could. I've nurture them and demanded respect from them (for me, their dad and everyone else they came into contact with)... I've made sure they had clothes to wear and that they took baths - regularly (even if they didn't see the point)... I've fed their physical bodies and the spirits with the Word of God. When I brought my firstborn home from the hospital, I was shocked that they would entrust me (not to kill) with this small human. It was a bit better with my second, because I'd already manage to keep his brother alive for 5 years. We have survived the bratty adolescent years with both my boys and have now come to the time where one has flown the coupe and the other is making plans to. Now, after