I'm not crazy. Mentally challenged I'll go with, but not crazy. I have been out numbered by them for years. . Lol. I have lots of hats. My favorite is momma. I want everything for my kids. Don't we all? I panic, I freak out, I get scared and hurt for them and I'm their biggest fan. They call me controlling. .. I call it momma. The years are dwindling now. Soon they will be gone. All the choices. . Good and bad... What have they learned? What will they take away from this time we have had together and apart? I am not their punching bag but I am always here, even when I'm not. Jesus is and we both always have yourback. With out Him, this momma wouldn't make it through a day and neither will they. Just babble today. . Back to no sleep and mom's taxi. .. Coffee!
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