I see their shining, blue eyes,
I see their wide grins and bright smiles
As they play with friends or overcome a difficult task,
I see them as they run and play “tag”,
I see them succeed,
I see their heads droop because they are tired,
I see their eyes close as they fall asleep after a long day.
I hear their giggles as they play with their dad,
I hear their cries when they are frustrated or tired,
I hear their shouts of success when they hit a home run or score a goal at their soccer game,
I hear their angry yells when they are playing together and one of them does something the other doesn’t like, putting a Lego in the wrong place or tickling them when they said to stop,
I hear their call of “Mom!” every five seconds if I do not answer immediately,
I hear their soft, gentle breaths as they drift off to sleep.
I feel their love for me, for their friends, for each other,
I feel their pain from physical hurts,
Or emotional ones, like when they don’t do well in a softball or soccer game,
Or when they don’t want to do their homework because they can’t see the benefits right now,
I feel hope and excitement as they realize what they are truly capable of.
I am their mother.
I am their cheerleader.
I am their coach.
I am their therapist and counselor.
I am their “Mom”.
I am their “Mom”.