I love being a mother. I resisted being a mom for a very long time. I didn't want to be anyone's snot-wiper! Who'd want to sign up voluntarily for that job? Except hormones have a funny way of making sure the human race lives on. They start working on your brain when you reach about 25. Children become cute, instead of just obnoxious and loud. So, children of mine, thanks for making me a Mom. I wouldn't have it any other way.
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