words can't describe

I might have some less-than-traditional parenting techniques.
I don't  know all the answers.
I don't think I'm always the best mother.

I am disappointed when I fail.
I am disappointed when I forget something.
I am sad when I let one of them down.
I am sad when they hurt.
I am sad to see them learning the "hard way".
But... this little guy doesn't have a doubt in his body that he was a gift from God. There's no greater feeling in the world than knowing that my little guys have Jesus in their heart.