The Art of Motherhood

She seeks not a beautiful form to paint but with virtues the mind to acquaint. Her goal is not to sketch a perfect face but to color lives with hope, love, and grace. She does not chisel hearts as sculptors do stone But shapes vessels that can stand on their own. Her aim is not to mold hearts that conform but to pour in principles that transform. She writes on young hearts the words that are true, not with clever ones as romantics do. The goal is to train them in virtue’s ways, and hope they practice them, through all their days. Like a musician practicing a piece, she teaches daily, her words never cease. Her hope is that when her children are grown, a noble character in them will be shown.