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It might be a permanent thing, it might be temporary.

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So, I have been thinking about how much I love, love, LOVE my kids.

They inspire me every day.

I think they are wonderful.

Of course, I am their mother.

It's my responsibility, in the mother hand book.

You know, the one that gets planted in our hearts the minute we get pregnant.

And how it continues to grow. 

I remember when we had L.

Even before he was born I was worried if I could love him enough.

Then when I was pregnant with B.

I loved L so much, surely there was not enough room in my heart.

My heart grew many sized that day.

When I got pregnant with M I worried, I knew it was a girl. 

Could I love a girl as much as my boys? 

Would I love her more than my boys?

Nope, I swear I am suffering from enlarged heart syndrome.

When I feel the need to feel unconditional love, I go to my kids.

They really complete me and who I am. 

They make me feel so proud to be their mom. 

(Not in a bad pride way)

I see them interact as siblings and know that they love each other.

They are great examples to each other and encourage each other to make good choice.

Not just to tattletale either.

I have listened to L and B express to the other siblings they want them to make better choices.

Did they know what they had done was wrong?

What could they make a wrong a right?

I see it in the way they treat each other.

M is a 2 year old. 

You know, the phase where a 2 year old believes she is the age of her brothers but is not.

The age where she wants to annoy all heck out of her siblings.

They are so patient, loving and kind to her.

I am so grateful they are the older siblings.

We had an issue with one of our neighbors the other week.

They had a huge bonfire and L was terrified of it. 

It was about 8 feet high, not cool in tinder dry conditions and in a town.

And they were so loud that L did not go to bed until 12:30 am.

We had to call the cops 3 times to get them to come out and deal with the drunks.

L had the idea to bake them some cookies and go over and explain to them how scared he was.

We did and they said they would be quiet.

Last night, we were woken up at 3 am to the F and S bombs.

Mr. Miller, M, B and myself were woken up.

Glad L had a good sleep. 

We had to call the cops, again.

I don't negotiate with drunks.

Today when we were talking with the kids about it, B was so disappointed they would lie to us.

He talked about how could our neighbors think so little of other people. 

He talked of us needing to be good "global citizens" and respecting other people.

I was really proud of him for having his strong convictions.

I appreciate having good kids.

I appreciate how much they are willing to do for each other and others.

I appreciate how much they Love the Saviour.

I appreciate them.