I love my children.
I love to cradle them in my arms as they sleep, press them against my chest, and kiss their downy, soft cheeks.
This IS happiness.
It's funny how one can be happy and sad at the same time.
This is something I've tried to explain to my son to no avail.
Just because mommy is angry doesn't mean that mommy has stopped loving you.
One emotion does not cancel out another.
He will learn in time.
I am tired.
Tending to my children at night further tires me.
Nonetheless, I feel honored to be the one comforting them at night.
I wish for many more.