My daughter gave me a coffee mug not too long ago that I absolutely love.
Not only because it’s big and holds a lot of coffee,
but also because it was painted with a C where there should be a G…
It’s flawed, but I don’t care.
I love it anyway.
It reminds me of what motherhood is like sometimes…
I’m not mighty.
Or magic. (Even though when I’m staring down at a mountain-high pile of laundry that needs to be folded, I wish I was.)
And I’m not perfect, either.
But, that’s okay.
Because, on the other side of the mug, it says, “You’re my hero”…
and that’s one of the best things about being a mom. :