“Sometimes I may hold you a little too tight. I may even check on you ten times in the night. Sometimes I may kiss you a little too much. Cling to you, sing to you, tickle you and such. As you grow up, you may notice me kissing your nose, touching your hair, feeling your toes. I may cry when you walk. Laugh when you talk. Scream when you’re late, coming home from your date. I may very often pull you near because I don’t want you to see my tears. I never want you to have my fears. Because I need you to know I hold you so dear. Cause see, I’m not just your mother. A long time ago, I lost your brother.” ~ Pinterst: Wellness Mama, Mama of Angels ? ??