I’m A Mom

I’m a mom.

I’ve been hit, bitten, kicked and slapped. I’ve been spit up on, peed on, pooped on and puked on. I’ve had tears of sadness, sickness and anger on my shirt, arms and cheeks. I’ve had snot wiped on my legs and my face. I’ve held tantrums, fevers, Roseola, stomach flus and common colds. I’ve been sassed, told no and pushed away.

I’m a mom.

I’ve held cuddles, sleep and giggles. I’ve been given kisses, hugs, and high fives. I’ve played on the slides, swings and monkey bars. I’ve rolled, somersaulted and cartwheeled down grassy hills. I’ve worn shorts on my head, played in blanket forts and pretended gloves were people. I’ve watched Sesame Street and sung “Itsy Bitsy Spider.” I’ve played with blocks and crafted with popsicle sticks and pipe cleaners. I’ve sat in a plastic pool on a hot day, eaten freezy pops and ran through sprinklers.

I’m a mom.

This is my second childhood.

Originally posted at Christina’s blog.

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