Monday, March 1, 2010

From the Recovery Room

Today 7yr Old B
Says to Me,
"Mom,"
"I'm Glad You're MY Mom,"
"Because When I'm Sick,"
"You Clean My Throw-up Bowl,"
"Bring Me Cold Water,"
"Ask Me if I Want to Eat Anything,"
"Check My Head,"
"and Help Me Carry My Stuff"
"Up and Down the Stairs,"
"and You're Always Nice to Me."
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{ah, Melt My Heart}

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

All the diaper-changing, all the barf bowls, all the spit-up and buggers on your shirt and pants, all melt away when the joys of motherhood, like this, begin to show up. It makes it all worth it!