A Morning In Our House

I am fortunate to have had a childhood

filled with happy memories.
When most women were entering the workforce,
my Mother chose to become a home maker.
The last year of her life, my mother told
me that she had no regrets. All she'd ever wanted to
do was to be a wife and mother.
She only wished it had lasted longer.
Many of my childhood memories are centered around
the kitchen, baking, cooking, eating. When Jon and I
bought our house, I really hoped for
a great kitchen. One that would hold happy
memories for our family.
Gradually, we have transformed our kitchen
from a dark and ugly room, to a really bright and
cheery room. The kids and I spend our
mornings together in our kitchen.
They work on their school work while
I bake or get stuff ready for dinner.

At night, our family eats dinner around our

kitchen table.

I pray that my children's childhoods will be

littered with happy memories.

Littered with the knowledge of how

loved they are, how wanted they

are, how important they are.

I pray that when my life ends, I'll be able to say

I lived with no regrets. I was everything

that I wanted to be. I did every thing that I wanted

to do. Each day, as I go about the task of being

Mom, I think of my own mother. I miss her,

I remember her,

and I pray that I will be even half the

mother to my own children that

she was to me.