It’s been hard to see my things destroyed, my personal space obliterated and my patience shattered.
It’s been an adjustment to keep up with multiple appointments, lack of information and countless phone calls.
It’s been a struggle to not ask too much, push too hard or back off too far.
We’ve been through nightmares, perfect days and everything in between.
I’ve loved being able to snuggle you, tickle you and tuck you in every night – even though you’re not so little.
I’m amazed at how you’ve grown in such a short time – so much more than just height.
It makes me laugh when you scold me for feeding the dog, and then you feed him behind my back.
I love seeing glimpses of the adults you’ll become; I’m so proud of you.
I can’t take away the hurt when someone breaks your heart, shows you up or makes you mad, but I’m always here, and I’ll always try.
It doesn’t bother me that you might never call me Mom.
We know who I am, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
