My kids mess up. They have had their own struggles big and small. I have stayed up worrying at night and I have prayed with tears when I thought they were making choices that might hurt them... And that's okay.
My children (usually) learn from their mistakes. I have witnessed them grow in humility when they realize they do not possess all the answers. I've seen them cry for each other, pray for one another, and encourage friends who are going through struggles they themselves have fought to overcome.
My children fast for one another and even offer their own sufferings for my husband and I.
They are not perfect and I'm glad, because neither am I and they love me anyway. My darling children, I love you too.