Note to my kids: If/when you ever see the following journal page you don't like how I've depicted you, please don't think I don't love you or think you are beautiful. I'm just a really, really horrible artist. I'm following the assignment today, though, and I gave it my best shot. Please take seriously the part about you inspiring me, but do not take seriously my artwork. Thank you.
To the rest of my readers: My kids are beautiful. While these drawn depictions of them don't make it very obvious, they really are. And I am so inspired every day by them. I want to be a better mother, a better human, because I know they are watching me and learning from me. I want to be healthier so I can live in the world longer and see them reach adulthood and parenthood and all that good stuff. I want to live more honestly and with integrity so that I don't have to say, "Do what I say and not what I do."
I mess up all the time though. Truth be told, I have terrible parenting moments and terrible moments as a human being. The cool thing though is that my kids -- they are among the first to forgive me for it. I dig that about them.