This week’s prompt is Tell

I tell them Mommy can’t stand the noise anymore. But they don’t understand that what I really want to say is that I feel like I want to unzip my body and run away sometimes, because I love them so much it scares me and I don’t want to hate them someday for sucking me dry with every bit of life I have and then growing up and leaving me.

I tell them they can’t disrespect me with their speech, when inside all I want to do is cry and scream that don’t they realize how much I do for them. I would die for them. I do die for them, a little bit every day, every hour when I put my own needs to the side to take care of them.


I tell them that I love them, that they are smart and beautiful. But I can’t explain to them what exactly that means. That I think they are amazing, not because they are perfect, but because I believe God has great and things for their lives. I will challenge them, push them, love them, discipline them and comfort them all the days of my life because they are part of me.

I tell them to please give me five minutes to try and get my thoughts out and still managed to be interrupted at least three times by everything from wrestling match gone awry, items thrown in anger and the urgent need for scissors.  I don’t know how to tell them that they drive me crazy but I wouldn’t want my life any other way. (Ok, if I’m honest I could live with a little less noise and a lot less mess, but not if it meant being without them).


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