They all need something from me.
And I start with so much
I want to give.
A hug and a kiss and,
“I love you.”
A tug on my clothes and,
“Mommy, watch this!”
A climb on my back and,
“Come play with me.”
The baby needs feeding and
is getting teeth.
“I want to sit with you, too, Mom”
And I don’t want her to feel left out
so all three of us smoosh on the chair together.
My laughter at her joke wasn’t “real enough”
but it was too harsh for the baby
and now they’re both crying.
And they’ll only be calm again if Mom holds them tight.
By the end of the day
I have nothing left to give.
I need someone to fill me up,
so I can give it all again tomorrow.
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The daily reality of motherhood, love, and dedication—I hope they bring you dreams filled with flowers and moments that relax you. Your words are deeply moving, a reflection of the truth that touches souls. Friends forever...☀️
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