PYHO: The Cheesiest Gift

There's alot of gifts in our house.  Mostly for PJ and Maggie.  Some for me, some for John.  Some for nieces, nephews, grandparents, parents. 

However, I get a gift every single day.

My gift is that the two greatest kids in the world call me Mama.

It's cheesy, I know.  I totally get it.

But no matter what kind of day I've had, when I get to the sitter's house, I have two amazing little people running towards me and screaming Mama and wrapping themselves around my legs.

How can I not smile?  How can I not scoop them up and smother them with kisses?

I have a son who when I say "Ow" or I drop something asks "You okay mama?" like I do to him.

I have a daughter who is happy every. single. morning when she wakes up -- even if I wake her up before she's ready.

I get kisses all day long.  I get hugs and smiles and giggles.

I get joy.  Happiness.  Pure happiness.

For simply being a mom.

I have a son who is learning new things every day.  Who is sweet, sensitive, and concerned for the people he loves.  A son who is independent (already) but still needs his mama's help sometimes.  A son who loves with his whole heart. A son who worries about where his little sister is if she's not with us at that moment.

I have a son who made me a mother.  A son who gave me this gift.

I have a daughter who is smart as a whip.  Who says things everyday that I know she has learned from her big brother.  A daughter who wants to be cuddled, read to, hugged, and kissed. A daughter who wants everything her big brother has.  She is sweet, beautiful, loving.  She completed my life.

So this Christmas, although there's lots of gifts going under our tree, I have the best gift ever.

Because I'm a mom.