The Mom

I am the mom who cleans messes off of her kids faces with her saliva 
I know, I know...
I never thought that would be me, never thought it would come to that 
But sometimes us moms are in a hurry man! 
We gots to clean that little brat
And yes I am the mom who at time refers to her kids with that word
But not to their face, silly goose
That would be absurd! 
And in addition to calling them brats I am the mom who has a thousand other ways 
That attempt to explain this feeling I have for them 
to let them know how loved they are every single day
Hugs and kisses and squeezes and squishes
I love you's and I adore you's and really listening to what they say
Explaining that they are special and letting them know that they are always ok
Just the way they are
That they will always be enough 
That my support is unconditional even when the days seem unbearably rough

I am the mom who drives a mini-van around town.
In my wildest dreams I'd never think thats how I'd get down.
Shuffling kids around to soccer and dance and school
The suburban cliche mom clinging to what is left of being cool 
But seriously what is cooler than a car with sliding doors?
I could fit a traveling circus in that thing.
I really couldn't ask for more. 
I am the mom with tired circles under her eyes
From the early morning risings, to the middle of the night cries. 
I am also the mom who has had some of the best moments of her life, 
bonding with innocence and joy in the middle of the night

I am that mom who looks at herself in the mirror 
Seeing where it used to be thinner there and how it's too big here 
This part sticks out too much and that part didn't used to look like that 
The mom who tries on jeans too small and thinks ugh I'm so fat
But I am also the mom who reminds herself constantly 
That this is the body that gave life to 3 human beings 
And 2 of those are twins which in case you weren't aware means that at one point I had 2 people living in there 
2 people in there at the same time 
So really when it comes down to it, I'm the mom who is looking DAMN FINE 

I am the mom who admits that it's hard 
To raise human beings without leaving scars
I am the mom who is learning as she goes
The mom who isn't too proud to say that there are times I JUST DON"T KNOW
I am the mom who breaks down sometimes 
The mom who is not ashamed to let her children see her cry 
I am the mom who beats herself up for not always being on top of it
I forgot the snack I lost my cool 
That mom guilt, its some shit! 
Hey, I'm working on it.
But I am also the mom who is dedicated to her craft
The mom who will never stop giving and trying for those little brats
Because no matter how hard the days get and how long the nights may go
Not an instant goes by that I don't give thanks
For the wonderous blessing of those little souls.