My girls drive me crazy.
They push my buttons.
They keep me fighting for head of household.
They want everything.
Both will whine.
Both will pick at each other.
I constantly run after them.
I feel overwhelmed, and ready to quit.
But then.
They smile, and my heart melts.
They give me hugs, and I feel joy.
Each little kiss confirms I’m mommy.
And when they sleep, I see angels.
They are my life.
My gifts from heaven.
They are mine to hold and raise.
I’m up for the challenge.
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