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A letter to my mom

Dear Mom,

You've always told me that I wouldn't truly appreciate your role as my mom until I was in your shoes.  Well, here I am, but there's no way that these are the same shoes. 

Yes, I do thank you for raising me into a strong-willed, independent, courageous woman.  So, why are my children often stubborn, determined, mischievous dare devils?

I also thank you for nurturing my curiosity and intelligence.  But, I don't understand why my children mop chocolate pudding and cherry Jello mix into my hardwood floors or bring dead birds into the house. 

You taught me to be a polite and empathetic human being and to love others.  My children laugh when they fart and tell me they want a new mom when they don't get to eat chocolate cake for breakfast.  Not to mention, they hit each other, pull hair, scream, and throw tantrums.

I appreciate the love you gave to me so that I could return it to you and show you the respect that you deserve.  My children give me headaches, sore muscles, and exhaustion; they show me boogers, poop, worms, and messes.

Yes, these are most definitely not the same shoes.  And, while I don't want an exchange on my children - because you also showed me what it is to love without conditions - I would take an exchange on your shoes.  After all, these must be the shoes that you meant to give to your other children.

Love,
Katie

P.S. Be sure to tell Dad how thankful I am for the good sense of humor and sarcasm that he gave me.

Picture perfect behavior

Thank you, Mom

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