There's not much more a mother could want for her child than good health and happiness. But life typically throws us curve balls and things just aren't that simple.

After leaving home for college I began to see what my mother actually did for my family on a daily basis. The stressors of keeping a household, raising children and remembering your husband all the while. It's tough. And for many years I took her actions for granted.

I was 18 when I had this realization about my mother. And my relationship with her has been a different one ever since. A blindfold was literally {story for another time} taken from my eyes and I was able to see the amazing woman standing in front of me. She's not just a mom, she's so many more things, but since the day I was born being "mom" became the #1 priority.

Now that I'm 7 months, 9 days, some odd hours into this whole motherhood thing, it kind of all makes sense. Although technically you are still a co-worker, a friend, a wife, etc, etc, you are and always will be a mother. Life changes the day your miracle enters the world and no matter what other roles you have in life, none matter as much as this one.

My hopes are that J is raised in comfort, without worry of what tomorrow will bring. One day I pray he can look back and see all that I've done for him.The person I am thanks to him. The grace I have because he entered the world.

Last month was a rough one. Possibly our worst yet. No, definitely our worst. But I have faith. And just when my faith needed a boost, God stepped in with a reminder as simple as a photo to show me how blessed I truly am.

linking up this post with Mama G for Toddle Along Tuesday