does not mean I am not a mama. My son does not care if I look terrible, sound awful, have snot running out my nose, can't stop sneezing, have a congested cough, and am dead tired....I am still his mama, and he still needs hugs and kisses before he leaves, has to show me his new Mr. Potato head creation with pride, and insists I go play with him and his choo-choo trains.
That little boy must love me! I am truely blessed.
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