I try my best.
I try to be loving and kind and fair and not to knock their little spirited spirits down.
I try to compliment and not to scold too often but they do choose the oddest actions sometimes like filling a tennis racket with rocks and chucking it on your brother or wrapping Son#3 in a blanket and trying to roll him around or throwing glass Christmas decoration balls in shops thinking that they must surely bounce, which they don't.
So I keep trying my best to love them to the very best of my ability and not to screw them up too badly, because inevitably, I will.
And no, those aren't strawberries hugging that ball, those are thistles.
The good mother should also work at being a good gardener, methinks.
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