Tweet When my precious little Spawn are grown and gone, I hope they remember...
*How I snuggled them to sleep every night.
*How I swam and splashed with them every summer.
*How I chauffeured them to Lego Club, dance lessons, park day, ceramics class and more.
*How I cut the crusts off of 5 million pieces of toast.
*How much I loved them.
But I really know that my little Spawn are going to be telling their therapists...
*That one time I made everyone cry when I yelled at them to go to bed.
*That when we swam, I wouldn't let anyone splash me because I needed to see out of my glasses.
*That our car looked like a mobile episode of Hoarders.
*That I secretly would have rather stabbed myself in the eye than de-crust one more piece of bread.
*That even when I felt like beating them, I always loved them.