What I want my kids to remember

 What I want my kids to remember about me isn't how clean the house was.

Not how many perfectly packed lunches I made or how many school events I showed up to.
I want them to remember how deeply I loved them.
How I whispered their names in every prayer.
How I made sure they always felt safe, even when I didn't feel that way myself.
How being their mom was the greatest honor of my life.
I want them to carry that kind of love with them forever, the kind that never fades and never needs to be questioned. 

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