My Children

My daughter is a very busy lady.

When she lies still for only just a moment, that is a rare occasion in her little world.

She creates chaos with ease.

She is braver than I will ever be at just a year old.

Her joyful laughter fills every crook and cranny of my heart.

She spends much of her time inspiring me.

By flying headfirst into most people, places, and random objects.

My son is a little bit of a different story.

He is quieter, and much softer than my brave little toddler.

He is so focused on the little things that I forget how big they can feel for a small child.

His sharp eye notices every little detail, and his creativity inspires me.

Those two little smiles manage to light up my whole grey world.

Their worlds shine so much brighter than mine.

Every waking breath that I take exists for my children.

My learning experiences are the stepping stones for my son and daughter.

Every moment of my life was meant to be shared with those two small humans of mine.

Even the ugly parts.

Even the parts that make their mom cringe.

All I ever had wanted them to know about my life is how much their mom painfully loved them to pieces.

Those pieces of myself, scatter around the three of us.

And continue to allow us to keep building a new foundation of love to grow from.

Chloe Rose Violet