We Are Raising Our Best Friends

A Facebook friend posted a sweet message the other day on her Facebook and it made me tear up. 

In short, she said that her mother wishes that she had remembered that she was raising her best friends when her children were young. 

Looking back at my relationship with my own mother, I wish I had known that I would grow up wanting her to be my best friend and feeling so grateful that mothers forgive and (partially) forget, because I was quite the teen! 

This phrase "raising our best friends" has stuck with me for the past few days and I can't seem to get it out of my head! I look at the sweet, beautiful, smart and sassy little girl that sleeps in the room near mine and my heart explodes with love for her. 

I see the little boy walking around the backyard collecting sticks and rocks and telling his sister "you can help me sis!" and the love I feel for him hits me so hard. 

Then I smile back at the chubby cheeked angel baby who's so obsessed with me and is quite like looking into a mirror and I can't fathom my life without him.

These are my best friends. It is my responsibility to shape them into people who I would love to be around. After I try that and it fails, It's my responsibility to let them flourish as themselves and learn to love them fiercely, as they are. 

Children do more to teach us about life than we ever could teach them. They reside in our homes for 18 years and then we pine for them to be in our lives for the next 70! This phrase "raising our best friends" is just the reminder I need to be a little kinder, a little more patient and little more loving to my sweet babies, who wont be babies forever. 

One day, they will be my best friends!