Call Me Mom

Being a mom…

is always having to share what I am eating,

is being the receptacle of chewed food you don’t want in your mouth anymore,

is never seeing the bottom of an empty hamper,

is being puked on, pooped on, spit on, peed on & pinched by tiny fingers,

is wiping boogers with my bare hands,

is snuggling you while you sleep even though my arm is numb and I need to pee,

is not knowing how someone so small, could make me feel so important,

is having my heart walking around outside of my body.