The moments where I am short on patience,
Where she needs one extra cuddle and I snap that she’s being ridiculous,
When she wants one extra kiss for the world’s smallest scrape,
When I make her breakfast and she is quick to point out all the things she’s unhappy about it,
I ask myself…
Am I a good mother?
When she is bawling her eyes out and stretching for me as I sneak out the door,
When she has some smart ass remark as to why she simply can’t clean her room,
Or when she’s sighed and heaved just one time too many for my liking,
Am I a patient enough mother?
May 2018- R1