I love being a mom.



After the birth of my first daughter I knew that I liked this job. It was rewarding and it expressed what I saw in life through my little one's eyes.
Sarah was dimply and adorable.
She slept through the night and attracted large audiences of older people since had a bubbly personality and sang like a bird for entertainment.
We decided to have another about 4 years later, I decided I knew what I was doing.
Heck, I could write a book, and problem children, well they were problem parents. I mean truly, my baby was perfect, so it had to be something they were doing wrong.

Then I had Ashli.

Oh sweet dear Ashli.

She set me straight.
She reduced my over inflated ego and taught me that I had learned nothing.
She woke me at night until she was three and had a quirky surprising personality. She was determined, competitive and stubborn.
She found odd events to challenge me, and her little mind.
Just when I thought I would collapse with exhaustion,
I found out I was pregnant with Kayleen, Ashli was just 9 months old and walking, yes walking.

I was reduced to fear but would not show it.
Kayleen came out tiny, frail and slobbery. She had large round eyes and resembled a precious moments child. She let her sisters communicate for her and would hitch a ride on any available hip.

After a bit we fell into a flow of things and we bonded.
I made a mural for the girls' room. It said "God made us sisters, We choose to be friends."

We are close and I enjoy each one individually and have even more fun with their blended personalities.

Tomorrow I will have them with me for Mother's Day.

I am delighted.
We are ordering in Chinese food and are watching movies together.
I can't think of a better way to spend a day with them.
It won't be long when it will be difficult to be all in one place.
My oldest is 20 and the other two are 14 and 15.
They are growing up and getting wings.
They aren't perfect, but I can't be prouder.
I am a blessed Mom.



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I am leaving you with these very fun songs by a comedic mom,Anita Renfroe, and the second by Madeline Kahn, both are very fitting for us moms.