When I grew into the teenage years, I decided I didn’t want children. Even then, I was afraid I wouldn’t be a good mother. But as fate would have it, I married at age 21 and gave birth to my first daughter at age 24. I had two more daughters by the time I was 28.

28 with three daughters, ages 4 and under. Those days are now a blur. Diapers, potty training, bottles, sippy cups, bows, dresses, and nap times. I can’t decide if it seems like yesterday or a million years ago.

I never imagined there would be three people in the world I would love so much and for whom I would willingly give my life.

My babies are now 13, 11 and 9. They are so much more than I ever imagined they would be. While there are days I’m pretty sure I’ve done everything possible to screw up their lives and ensure they spend their adult lives in therapy, they love me anyway.

I’m thankful for the gifts of my three girls, who’ve changed my life for better in so many ways.

My oldest, Grace, is strong-willed, musical and determined. She puts on a brave face even when I know she doesn’t feel it. She pushes herself to always do her best. This child gives me courage like no one else I know.

My middle child, Emma, is sensitive, creative and outgoing. She has a care-free spirit, yet her spiritual insight is incredibly accurate. She inspires me to think below the surface, yet keeps me laughing at the same time.

My youngest, Hannah, is witty, sassy and authoritative. While she may not always vocalize it, she knows what she wants and usually finds a way to get it. She keeps me on my toes and seeking wisdom, calling life like she sees it.

I have no idea what’s in store for the next few years of their lives, but I know these three people have been the driving force behind my life for the past 13 years. They have taught me grace, as well as given me grace. I hope when they walk out the door of our home as young adults that they will be able to say that their home was one of grace, and that they were well-loved.