Taking care of two young kiddies is draining, exhausting work. When J refuses to go brush his teeth (as he does every morning and every night!), when he refuses to turn the TV off, when he doesn't want to take 'no' for an answer at the toy shop, when E wants to be carried ALL the time by me and ONLY me, when she starts screaming and crying when she doesn't get her way, when they both wake me up in the middle of the night, that's when I get really tired out.
And yet...
When J tells me of his own accord, as he did tonight before bedtime, "Mum, you're my darling", when he suddenly turns up right in front of me and gives me a hug, and when E toddles up to me and gives me a kiss most spontaneously, when they both come up to cuddle next to me, that's when I know I've been blessed.
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