Mom's Perspective
The good ole' days...
For my two little ones
Grabbing at my legs, begging for attention
Always wanting needing calling me
Tons of laundry adding up
Art & Crafts all around the floor
And those little sticky kisses
The crazy, busy taxi-driver days...
Wash your hands! Don't pick your nose!
John get the ball away from the table; we're eating
Camie quiet down; stop singing
Wait for everyone to sit before you eat
Am I the only one!?!?!?!?
Let's sa grace
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