I am the kind of mom that says yes to yet another package of silly bands.
But says no when they want to play in the muddy rain puddles.
I am the kind of mom that always says yes when they beg for a treat at the store.
As long as that treat is not the Skittles.
I am the kind of mom that likes to read a story out loud to them.
But seldom finds the time to to do it anymore.
I am the mom who hugs and squeezes their dad in front of them.
Even when they pretend to be thoroughly grossed out.
I am the kind of mom that gets frustrated and cleans their rooms when they're at school.
But I never tell them what I throw out in the process. (And they almost always never miss it anyway).
I am the kind of mom that takes time for my own hobbies, dreams, and needs.
And I think that's extremely good for them.
I am not the mom who sits on the floor and plays legos or does puzzles with them every day.
But I am the mom that sits and listens, then dries their tears with encouragement and support.
I am the mom that has fresh-baked cookies and milk waiting when they come home from school.
I am not the mom who buys the Oreos.
I am the mom who loves these three with a fierce intensity that goes down to my core and sometimes nearly consumes me.
I am their mom.
And they are my heart.