Mommy

Oh how I love that word, in any form. Mom, Mommy, Mama, Mamasita. It is the best. To hear those little voices call out for me, to need me. This is the most precious gift I have ever been given. Don't get me wrong, motherhood is many things, happy, sad, frustrating, overwhelming, beautiful, ugly, amazing, rewarding, just to name a few. Most of all, it is a gift. I am so grateful to have two happy, healthy, beautiful children. Even though I spend a lot of time worrying about their health and safety, and if I am screwing them up and so on and so forth I am mostly so happy I get to be their Mom. To wake up every day and hold chubby hands, wipe faces and noses, hear them call for me, hear them laugh and play, get kisses and hugs, get them dressed, make them breakfast, watch them learn and grow, read to them, sing to them, and put them to bed again, I am so blessed. So, even in all my sleep deprived glory, I can't wait to get up and be   Mommy.

Tiffany