This past weekend, I was able to see my kids. Sometimes, I feel like a horrible mom because of my illness and hospitalizations.

The kids always surprise me by telling me that they love me and giving me hugs. They still accept me, flaws and all.

I always think that I don’t know them as well as I want too. We were watching TV and I suggested a show that I thought my oldest might enjoy. Turns out, not only did he enjoy the show bit his brother was interested as well.

Turns out, the weekend was a success. I don’t know what will happen in the future. Maybe the kids will be angry that I was not always there, yet for now, they still want to see me and take me for me.