I’m a worrier. I’m protective. I’m a nurse. I bandage & kiss boo-boos. I tackle mountains of laundry daily. I’m a chef. I sing patti-cake & you are my sunshine several times a day. Toys overwhelm my living room at times. Things get broken by balls. Girly shrieks echo on the walls. Fights take...
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“Motherhood is hard work. It is repetitive and often times menial. Accept it. Rejoice in it. This is your toil. Right here. Those are their faces. Enjoy them. The days of your life are supposed to be full of things like this. But joy is not giddy. It is not an emotional rush–it is what...