Kids are the best.

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I am done! Today has been rough and I am feeling beyond maxed out. All I want is to go to bed, curl up in the fetal position with my eyes closed and end this day. But, I still have my parental duties to attend to, so I push myself with the last of my sanity to get our bedtime routine completed; PJs on, teeth brushed, books read and blankets tucked.

We say our final “good night,” “sweet dreams,” and with an “I love you” the evening’s last kisses are given. I head to the door, grab the doorknob, turn my head back one final time to glow of the nightlight and hear my six year-old say to me in a whispered voice, “I like you as my mommy.”

With a sigh and watery eyes, I reply, “I like me as your mommy too.”

One sweet tender display of endearment from my son brought me back from my taxing day and at that point all I was thinking was kids are the best.

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Superpower!

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As a mom I discover new things every day and today’s lesson was the fact that I have a new superpower. Like many Superheroes, I was unaware of my power until in an act of agony, it revealed itself to me and now I will never be the same …

My story begins with my nemesis, Azul. Like most boys, he loves to wrestle and play fight and I like it too. I have really capitalized on being bigger and stronger than a little kid. I can hold him upside down by his ankles, pick him up and throw him on the couch, hold him up in the air with my feet or tickle him till he gives. I dominated or at least kept up with him until recently.

He’s now six and a half years-old, and he’s getting bigger and stronger every day. I am still able to use the claw, where I hold his forehead with my palm and keep him away by locking my arm. But now I am the one who has to give in before someone gets hurt. And yes — when I say someone I mean me.

In our latest battle, he had me down, I was laughing and in tears. He had all his weight on my chest with my hands caught under him. In desperation with almost nothing left to give, I lifted my head and kissed him!

He screamed, “Did you get lipstick on me?” I didn’t, but I wasn’t going to tell him that, this was my opportunity and I took it. I was a kissing machine gun and got him good, leaving him covered in lipstick.

Victory and the revelation of my superpower was my destiny, I won the fight and now every time we play, the one thing he’s afraid of (at least for now) is my new superpower, LIPSTICK!

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I like the … huh?

poetry

“I like the poetry because it rhymes.”

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