Because I am the authority, instead of the buddy.
And discipline is not always fun, but a requirement in raising respectful, obedient children.
Because I make certain fruits and vegetables are an everyday occurrence.
Even though we've been known to have Honey Nut Cheerios for dinner.
Sometimes I feel badly because my children don't know nursery rhymes or songs by Barney.
But then I hear them request Rilo Kiley, Addison Road, Terry Reid, or Ray Charles...and I'm thankful.
Because I make them pick up their toys every single evening.
When it would be much easier just to do it myself.
Sometimes we have dance parties in the living room, or play hide & seek in the dining room.
Because our house is a home, not a museum.
Because there are days when I choose to ignore the dust, dirt, and dishes.
When it would be easier to allow the television to babysit.
Sometimes I allow the television to babysit.
So that I can sweep, polish, and wash the dishes and loads of laundry.
Because I do not allow my children to speak to each other in an unloving manner.
And sometimes my children have to remind me to always speak to their father in love.
Sometimes my anger and frustration reduces my daughters to tears.
Because I allow self get in the way of parenting with a purpose.
Because I kiss and hug my girls at least 298 times per day...
...they know that no matter what happens in their lives, they are loved beyond measure.
By me...my their father...and most importantly, by God.
Sometimes I'm the world's biggest sap...
especially when it comes to my children.
Because I cannot express the depths of my joy at being their mother.