The long hours early in the morning rocking back a fussy teething little one plus the countless times I have kissed boo boos and sang lullabies. The times I have to say no, all the times that I correct the mistakes and the times that nothing but letting them cry it out helps but the times that we giggle together, oh and the times I teach them to walk and teach them to dance and when we play peek a boo more times then I can count and the times they cuddle close and reach just for me and the times when only mommy can make it better.
Those are the times when being a mother means everything.
Happy Mothers Day.
No comments :
Post a Comment