Just a few quick words to the miniature versions of myself that I have spawned in partnership with my husband.
Vicious Little Imps My Beautiful Children,
I know there will come a time in your lives where you have committed an act that will require my forgiveness. I know that you will one day claim that you hate me for pure teenage reasons, break something that I hold dear, or destroy my sanity. It is the price that I am willing to pay for your love and well-being and I know that I will find it in me to forgive and accept your missteps in life.
But one thing that I will never, ever be able to forgive in the rest of my lifetime is the fact that I now pee a little when I sneeze. Or cough too hard. Or sometimes when I try to pick up your younger sibling. Please keep that in mind while you are changing my bed pan in 40 years.
With much love,
broken loving Mother