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Saturday, May 7, 2011

I Love Being a Mother

I love the smell of the kids’ lotion on my hands long after their baths are over.
I love when they crawl into bed with me after a bad dream and the way their tiny bodies fit so snugly up against me.
I love that my daughter says pampakes instead of pancakes and that my son thinks he can fly when he puts on his batman costume.
I love the way my newborn’s mouth forms a perfect “O” as he drifts off to sleep.
I love the vertical, brown line on my abdomen and my varicose veins that remind me of the 9 months I carried them inside me.
I love my grey hairs that remind me of the many more years I will spend worrying about them.
I love falling in love with my husband as I watch him comb our daughter’s hair into pigtails.
I love the fact that there is a sticky skeleton dangling from the ceiling in our bedroom from Halloween two years ago that I will never take down.
I love reading them the same bedtime stories my mother read to me when I was a child.
I love kissing their boo-boos and finding lost toys.
I love checking on them before I go to bed and watching them sleep.  I love their messy hair and sleepy eyes and stinky breath when they wake up.
I love the feeling of their silky hands wrapped around my finger as we cross the street.
I love feeling needed and I need them right back.
I am a mother.
I love.

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