Some people can't have kids. Just can't. And my heart breaks at the thought, as I didn't as much choose my children as they invaded my life... I get to love them, I get to hold them, I get the big smiles and the glowing blue eyes looking at me every morning.
I also get to cut all their hair off when they have lice, and listen to them cry like I'm mommy dearest. I get to say no to things like a walk down the street (with a BOY) unaccompanied by a parent. I get to be the evil parent that says no to skirts that are too short and pants that are too tight (when did I become such a prude? I know my skirts were shorter and my pants were tighter, and I sure as hell would have taken that walk unaccompanied!)
But I GET to. And I'm ever so blessed.