caboose

Oh to be raised by a mother who isn't
sleep deprived 100% of the time.
By a mother who understands that phases are temporary
and not indicators of how much jail time a child will serve.
A mother that loves love and logic
and sees mistakes as necessary and (mostly) good.
A mother who allows free reign in the art supplies
and the fridge.
A mother who understands that a child is not
an extension of herself.
More a story to be unfolded
than a form to be molded.
A mother who knows occasional late nights,
frequent sweets and mismatched outfits
won't kill.
A mother who uses "Yes" abundantly
making "No" more respected.
A mother who understands kids grow quicker than magic beans.
A mother who knows that messes can be cleaned,
broken can be fixed.
A mother who lets you use (semi)sharp knives, flip the pancakes,
scrub the glass dishes and pour your own grape juice

I wish my oldest could have been raised by her.