A Love Letter...

It's Grey's Anatomy Day Thursday again...you know what that means...
  Writing prompt for the week...Write a love letter to someone (some thing?) you love...


Dear coffee, chocolate, Coke, and running...I LOVE YOU!!! OK, I seriously love those things, but not enough to write a love letter to them, even though I completely would because I am a big dork seriously.

Dear kids, children, number's 1-4(I have given up calling them by their real names as I always call them by the wrong name anyway and have decided to call them by their birth order number instead),

Where do I begin?

When I was a kid(I'm talking the 5th grade here), I never wanted kids. I remember my step-mom telling me that was selfish. The 5th grade me's mom(not the step-mom), was going through quite a rough patch in her life and was a less-than-stellar-mom to us kids. Being the dumb 5th grader that I was, I thought that's how all moms were and I never wanted my kids to go through what my mom was putting us through, what's selfish about that?  Fast forward a decade or so into the future, I was a new bride, sitting at the kitchen table putting our wedding photos in an album, and it just hit me...I wanted to be a mom...I wanted babies...I wanted YOU kids...all 4 of you amazing little things.

I would dream about the kind of mom I'd be(the super-soccer-or-whatever-other-sports-you-wanted-to-play kind of mom).  The wonderfully perfect kind of mom who always had homemade cookies waiting for you when you got home from school, homecooked meals every night made with veggies from our garden and organic ingredients whenever possible. The super-organized mom with everything/activity written on her trusty little calendar. The mom who always has a neat and tidy house with no clutter in sight...........And then I woke up.

If you kids will forgive me for having the Pillsbury dough boy make your cookie dough instead of your dear old mama, I will forgive the sassiness and smart alec comments(#1 and 2-I'm talking to you) that have become the norm these days.  If you'll forgive me for the fast-food meals we have(at least once a week) instead of the homecooked, organic meals I once dreamed of making, I will forgive you for forgetting to clean out your ears so you can hear me the first time I ask you to do something instead of having me yell it on the 25th.  If you can forgive me for the fact that the house isn't always clean, clear of clutter, and always organized(wait, I'm sure you don't care about that judging by the mudchunks you always track in on my clean kitchen floor, or the lemonade that you spill and I don't find it until I STICK to the floor), I will forgive you for the mudchunks and lemonade spills.

In all seriousness, though, the above stuff doesn't matter much...what's a little spilled lemonade once in a while? And even though the cookie dough isn't homemade, at least I BAKE cookies.

You four creatures are the most amazing little gifts from God.  I never in a million years could have imagined how you all would change my life...for the better.  You dear little kidlets have made me a better person.
My dearest kids, although our life isn't the "perfect dream life", and I'm definitely not the "perfect soccer mom", you kids are "perfect" to me.  Never once have I NOT wanted you, or NOT wanted to be your mother.

P.S.  If you could just stop growing up so fast, that would be great.  I'm SOOO NOT READY to deal with teenagers yet.   

With ALL MY LOVE, Mama