That there will be times that they won't hug me so tight...
That they won't want me to hold them when they're scared.
That he will just give me a kiss because he 's supposed to.
That he will refuse to give me a kiss because I have cooties.
That they will fight about something so deep that they won't talk for awhile.
That we will not chat about their day and read stories together.
That I won't have to go on guard every time they start to get the sniffles.
That I won't make or prepare their breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day.
That I won't know their friends.
Or design their schedules.
Or make up silly phrases with them.
Or see them off to school.
jump when they cry...
And run to grab them.
I breathe in the smell of their sweaty heads...
And squeeze them tight.
I give them an extra helping.
Maybe another piece of candy.
I let them mess my hair.
I make sure their socks match before mine do.
I let them run naked.
Sometimes outside in the rain.
I squeeze extra bubble bath in the tub.
I take them to the park AND the zoo.
I still put their shoes on for them.
I let them jump on the couch.
I help them walk up the slide.
I snuggle them to sleep most nights.
I let them drink too much [chocolate milk.]
|Cocktails all around.|
I ask them to help me bake, even as
I teach them to love each other, even as their focus slowly turns away from me.
I let them splash, bang, yell, jump, and generally have their way.
There was a time when I thought, I may not have them at all.
So sue me.