sp(74)

well then.
contrast.
the days begin with smiles and squeals from our littlest one

and end in frustration and tears over math problems from our girl.

i listen as my kindergartner tells his sister he loves her,

minutes later i will have to separate them because he is showing his love by doing raspberries right in her face.

it's like this-
this gig-
motherhood,
it's light and dark
it's easy and hard

and i love it, it's parts, and as a whole.

more contrast here