My kids have a mama who cries.
My kids have a mama who burns the toast and runs behind and gets upset.
But they also have a mama who prays for them and checks on them and tucks them in at night.
They have a mama who cuts their grapes and fills their cups and doesn’t mind letting them go first.
They have a mama who needs her breaks and time away but always misses them while I’m out.
They have a mama who’ll never stop believing in them and cheering for them and loving them with all I’ve got.
Yes, I get tired.
And frustrated.
And I know I’m so very far from perfect.
But I hope my kids always know I’ve loved them with my whole heart.
And they’re always – always – worth it.
I’m just so very grateful.
I’m so grateful to get to be their mama.
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