A Love Letter To My Children

A Love Letter To My Children

Dear children,

Oh, how I love being your mother. From the time I was a little girl, I dreamed of having children of my own one day. I also knew that my path to motherhood would most likely look different than most — and it has.

You see, motherhood for me has been a lot less about morning sickness and swollen ankles (though I’ve experienced that as well). Motherhood has looked more like paperwork and anxious waiting — both of which I didn’t always handle in the best way. The nine-month wait for my youngest felt like a piece of cake compared to you other three — though all four of you came home in God’s perfect timing.

Each of you was handpicked to be in our family. And how I’ve loved watching you experience what family means in your own special way. I’ve struggled watching you face fear and heartache. I’ve learned that I can’t protect you from everything but that I can equip you for how you respond to this world’s challenges.

I want you to know how much I love you and to make a promise that despite the moments where I fall short, I will always always work towards being the best version of myself that I can be.

I’ll never be completely put together in the mornings or roll out of bed with a sunny disposition. I can’t promise your clothes will always match or that our cabinets will be completely stocked with each of your favorite snacks. I sometimes lose my temper from exhaustion or run out of ideas for entertainment, but I will always love you.


I will teach you how to love others and be proud of who you are. I will read the same book over and over each time one of your sweet smiles says: “Just one more time!”

You all will be rich in hugs, kisses, and encouragement. You may doubt my ability to one day help you with your math homework or be cool enough to chaperone a school dance, but I hope you’ll never doubt how much you are loved.

The ways I come up short as a mother do not define me. I’m defined by my love and effort — both of which I have plenty.

You may not always need me. But I hope you want me around because one thing you can count on is that you will never be alone. I hope you look back on your childhood with fond memories that put a smile on your face. I hope that one day you will share with your children the family lessons that you learned under our roof.

Despite the mistakes or wrong choices that you may make, you will always be loved! Because my love doesn’t have to be earned or bought. My love began the moment each of you came into our lives in your own unique way and will be there until I take my last breath.

Thank you for your forgiveness in response to my shortcomings and for your willingness to jump into a family that’s perfectly imperfect.

With love,

Your mama




Amanda is a wife, mother, writer/editor, and certified life coach. Pen and paper make her spirit come alive. She spends her creative time reading, decorating, and handwriting fonts. Her world is better with an assortment of chocolate and a packed bag ready for travel. She works each day to be a creative maker, storyteller, and dream-chaser.

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