The Mama Privilege

I know what she's saying when no one else does.

I know their idiosyncrasies. Little Buddy needs one for each hand. Little Sissy likes the bottom sheet but not the top sheet. Fancy shoes always. Big Sissy needs things all in a row and needs to complete the first thing before moving on to the next. Comfortable shoes always.

I know that when he moves toward the baby with his mouth open, he's going to kiss her--not bite her.

I know the names of all 57 stuffed animals in their beds and get to hold them when they're sad.

I know when the tears are real and when they're contrived.

I get the privilege of kissing the tears away.

I know their favorite foods, their fears, what makes them excited, what makes them sad.

I get to be their first teacher.

I get to hear her read her first words.

I get to watch him take his first steps.

I get to cheer when she goes on the potty for the first time.

I get to see things with fresh eyes as they explore.

I get to hold them and tell them how special they are.

I am in their corner, their advocate.

I am blessed to be their mama.