Dear Most Magnificent Babies,
My love for you is so strong and so huge that I cannot express it in all the words in every language. Your presence in my life feels like a kind of magic that I didn’t know existed until I became your mom. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you to help you become your very best selves. You look at me with a love that is unwavering – except when you hate me and I’m the worst person ever and I’m ruining your life – but still I know your love it big and you think I am all powerful.
I have to share with you an unfortunate fact – though it may appear from my shining hair, perfect skin and manicured nails that I am perfection personified – and why wouldn’t you – from our lush lawn, spotless and organized cabinets, and regularly detailed car – but the truth is time is beyond my control. This is a hard truth that I have had to come to grips with – I cannot control the amount of time there is in a day. I am not being mean when I say “You have 30 minutes to get ready. Go get ready. Clothes, teeth, hair, shoes, backpack” just like I have everyday for the last 9 years – and you return 20 minutes later with a truly beautiful piece of art – wearing fewer clothes than you had on when you left me, one sock, and your hair appears to have been electrified…
When the natural consequences of rushing and lost time doing the things you enjoy are handed down I am not to blame. I am the keeper of the remote, the money, the recipes – but alas, no man or woman can wrangle Father Time. He – much like you – does not listen to reason. I wish you only the best.
A.K.A – Killer of Joy