Just Wanted to Be Loved
I was a good kid. You know like the kind that is deathly afraid of getting in trouble and will melt when you give me "the look." I am the one that would rather have gotten a spanking than to be told that someone was disappointed in me. I was a very sensitive child. Was I perfect? Heavens no. I was a child. I have children. Three of them. Little girls. Rambunctious little girls who fight and then love like there is no tomorrow. My dream growing up was to have little girls. I am so thankful that God has allowed me to have these girls. They annoy me to no end but my heart skips 15 beats anytime I think something is wrong with them. Daily I question my ability to be a good parent. Minute by minute I wonder if I am doing it all wrong. I pray that at least some of the things their dad and I are teaching them stick. They make me crazy and I love them like there's no tomorrow. I can never ima...