You made me cry…a lot
I wanted that last piece of pie…cake…cookie
I was always afraid…still am…don’t judge, especially if you are not my child.
I know that I am not perfect.
I watched you as you slept…still do.
I carried you a lot longer than nine months.
It broke my heart every time you cried.
I put you first.
I would do it all over again…times five…to the infinity power.
Kids, I can’t begin to express my gratitude that I get to be your Mother, Mommy, Mom, times five…to infinity and beyond.
I thank you all for calling me Mama, Mommy, Mom, Mommy Dearest, OMG-Mom, Mother; and, thank you , for needing me, teaching me, forgiving me, loving me, accepting me, modeling me and, most of all, amazing me because I get to say that I am Mom to these five remarkable people.
BONUS!! I have to say that I must be a pretty okay mom because these two perfectly, exquisite children call me Mima…and give the best hugs.