I know I asked you to brush your teeth 7 times. Maybe 10.
I am not crazy - omg - will they only hear me if I yell?
Am I crazy? I don't know what's working. I don't feel like making dinner. I don't have any solutions. I'm not inspired. What time is it? Where are you going? No swords in the house. Get off your brother.
I am feeling a little crazy begging you to do your homework. Begging. I must be crazy.
I'm a mad woman. Now, I just screamed that I'm a mad woman - out loud - and my kids are looking at me like I am. So I must be.
I am crazy to care. To love so deeply and fiercely. To have awaken a sixth sense within me. A crazy intuition for protection for these little big lives. These lives that have changed the world. My world. The entire world just by being born.
To become a mad woman that's begging for homework and a mad woman of intense love.
I am a mad creator of healing cuddles and knowing words. How do I know how to say the right thing at bedtime when my son is struggling with a school issue? How do I know how to soothe, to heal, to care and to solve?