Dear Kids, My little apples. Apples of my eye...the fruit that I brought forth into this world, I worry about you all the time. Do you know that? I worry if I'm doing a good job. I don't believe there are bad kids. Not a one. I think children's circumstances blossom them into who they are... and I wonder if I'm helping you blossom the best way that I can. I'm not the best example sometimes. I make a lot of mistakes. I always realize it after the fact. You came with no rules, and I became a mama when I was young. I always dreamt of you though, did you know that? When I was a little girl and dreamed of being a grown up(whatever that is), I wanted to be a mama...everyone who knew me, knew that. I loved you before I met you. I love each of you so much, and I will never ever stop. I'll never stop being here for you no matter how big you grow. I'll never sto...
A contradictory slew of rambling...