I realize that I am a “Maaaamma” (but a young one) who LOVES watching the little guy, tries her best not to tell her kids constantly that just because gravity exists, doesn’t mean that towels and everything we owe belongs on the floor, attempts to understand that those same kids aren’t really kids anymore and could be almost living on their own (where their places would be a disaster and it would be acceptable), and strives to be awake when the significant other arrives from 12 hours of work, have dinner still hot but not dry, work for college classes finished, grandson in bed after reading him a book, house clean, laundry finished, and some e-mails answered for work between sending out bills.

And, wouldn’t have it any other way, except maybe fore being 26 again. I would have much more energy and I would be able to stay awake at the occasional campfire later than 12 midnight.