One of the greatest blessings in my life is being a mom.

I have a son and daughter, now in their 20s. From the moment I found out I was expecting, the joy of having a new life to love and cherish was overwhelming. Each step of the wayβ€”hearing the heartbeat, seeing the sonogram, picking out names and preparing their roomsβ€”only made me fall more in love. I remember holding each of them for the first time and feeling that fierce mama bear protectiveness.

Through the years, I have given up sleep, meals and personal time to devote my life to them. I have driven hours to watch a 10-minute band show, volunteered time supporting their activities, and supplied snacks and drinks for every sport you can name.

When I look back, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Being at all the practices, shows and games, even the basketball tournament on Mother’s Day, showed my children they were my priority. I learned this from my own parents, who supported my brother, sister and me in everything we did.

I will admit, at the time I felt spread pretty thin. I felt like I couldn’t do it all and maybe I wasn’t doing it well. We may have eaten too much pizza, although my nurse friend said pizza covers a lot of the food groups. My house could have never passed the white-glove test and don’t get me started on the state of my car. I was lucky to make sure oil changes were not too overdue.

The funny thing is, I may have felt like I could have done more, but my children didn’t.

Now that they are adults and we talk about their childhood, they assure me that I did things right. I was always there for them and supported their interests. Their desire was to be loved unconditionally and for me to be present in their lives.

All the adult priorities, like a clean car or gourmet dinner, were of no significance to them.

Now I’m getting a second chance at this parenting thing with my stepson, who’s 10. I feel more confident in the strategies I use and the choices I make to help him be successful in school and life. I bounce ideas off my kids to see what helped them and what didn’t.

I even got his vote of confidence one day when he told me: β€œYou get me.” I can’t do much better than that.

So to all the parents out there just beginning the journey or deep in the trenches: Hang in there. Love on your kids and be there for them. It is a short time from the toddler years to high school graduation and you don’t want to miss a thing.

Kim Nassoiy is the interim director of ΒιΆΉΣ³»­΄«Γ½β€™s Creative School for Children. She can be reached at Kimberly.Nassoiy@ucf.edu.