Thursday, March 25, 2010

Sometimes I Forget

Having a child is a singular experience.

And I would do it again and again and again and again and again if I were back debating that question for the first time.





I _love_ being a mother.

But sometimes I forget.

Sometimes I forget when I'm shouting too much.
When my boys are really whiny and haven't been listening all day and start crying and want to be held when they were misbehaving and I feel at the end of my rope.

Ya know...times like that.

Sometimes it's easy to forget that they are all that I really care about,
that they make up my very dreams,
that they, with their dad, make up my whole world.

And that it's such a privilege to have someone love you and look up to you like that.

You couldn't give me a single thing that would make me trade it or give up knowing what it is to love a child.

Not one thing.

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