I lift my sweet girl from her crib; she nuzzles close. Kissing those plump, little cheeks as I smell her curly locks, still fragrant from last night's bath.
Coming out of the big kids' rooms; their eyes still sleepy; their arms wide open for their quick morning hugs.
All too soon, the fights begin.
The teasing girls; the wrestling boys.
The tattle-telling; the "she thought of it!".
The spilled popsicles on kitchen floors, when popsicles are only supposed to be eaten outdoors.
The pee on the floor from bad-aiming boys; the trail of toys from one year old girls.
In between the messes and tears and tantrums, I sometimes forget that they need the hugs and kisses and loves.
In between the time-outs and naughty corners and reprimands, they need to hear the "good jobs" and "I love yous" and "it's OK's".
The witching hour comes and goes; the baths that flood the bathroom floor; the ten or more pleas to "brush your teeth".
Then finally they settle; we read, we cuddle for a bedtime bottle.
The day of battles coming to a close; hopefully forgotten from little child-minds.
I tuck them in, all safe and snug, covers up to their chins...
Their arms wide open for bedtime hugs and goodnight kisses.
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