Influences of a Mother

As I watch my children play with thier friends, I think back to my own childhood, and what a different lifestyle I had. It wasn't good, but I don't suppose it was all bad either, but my point is this, It's amazing the difference between what I have done, and what my own mother did to influence how I lived, and how I influence my children's lives. There was a time, unfortunately, that I almost followed her in her footsteps, but the love I had for my own children brought me back to the way it should be. And it's just a few differences that I made to better influence the lives of my children, and maybe one big difference: Love. I have worried, through the years, if I have been a good mother, worried that my children may resent me, like I resent my mother, worry that I haven't given them everything they need to become good people, honest, hardworking, and loved people. But it's times like these, them playing with friends, smiling, laughing, no worries, that I know for sure that I have done everything in my power to give them the life that every child should have, and all it took was a little love, tenderness, a little heart. I guess, sometimes, I even envy them, but not an angry or vengeful anger, but a wish that I could have had the same kind of loving mother, a mother just like me.