Writer's Workshop: Too Hot to Handle...

Yes boys and girls it is that time again, time for Mama Kat's Writers Workshop

This weeks prompt: 1.) Who made you red hot this week?

I have 3 things/people that made me RED HOT this week.

#1 Michael Vick:



Okay not actually Michael Vick, but the reaction of people to his reinstatement by the NFL. First let me start by saying I think what he did is despicable. I love animals as much as the next person, however HE DID HIS TIME! What he did was terrible, no he did not take responsibility right away, but he did go to jail. He was sentenced by a court of law and he did his time. If he had any other job people would not be demanding he not be allowed to serve their fries at McDonalds. He has the right to make a living, and the way he makes his living is to play football. Yes he is in the public eye and therefore many think he should be held to a higher standard, but he is just a man. He is no different than the rest of us. We have all done things we are not proud of. Probably not to this extent but come on now. Leave him alone! I know people who are so mad about his reinstatement that they are not going to watch the NFL at all. That seems silly to me. If you don't like him don't watch him play, why cut out football altogether? We as a society need to stop getting mad about the wrong things. Did he kill anyone? NO Did he in anyway endanger another human being? NO Yes he was cruel and irresponsible with animals, but as much as we love them, they are still animals. They deserve to be treated and cared for properly but we cannot equate the actions of a person against an animal to that of actions against a person. Why isn't there the same kind of outrage when our soldiers are killed fighting on foreign land? Lets all take a step back and think about what is really important. For every MJ and Michael Vick there are probably 5 soldiers or more whose name we will never know because we were too busy with our noses in the tabloid news. To everything its place and time, and lets give others the second chance we would want if ever we needed one.


#2 Parents who take small children to inappropriate movies:



HELLO.....Thats what the ratings for! So I listen to an awesome morning radio show. On Monday they were discussing a parent that took their small child to see 'The Orphan' Many listeners called and wrote talking about all of the other inappropriate movies they had seen parents take kids into. Now I have to ask, isn't that what the ratings system is for? I bet that this parent is the kind of parent that wants labels on everything so that they don't have to THINK! I mean come on now. What were you thinking? Did your 6 year old say I want to see that movie, and like a moron you just took her no questions asked? Or were you not able to get a sitter and decided to you HAD to see it opening weekend as if the movie would vanish if you didn't see it right away. I just don't understand. I am all for a parents right to do what they think is best for their own child, however when your child is in class telling my child about a movie they saw and now I have to explain why he can't see it, that makes me HOT! I mean the industry has already done everything it can to make things IDIOT PROOF. What more can they do? Police the movie theaters making sure parents are not being MORONS? Or maybe they have to make the rules more strict, instead of admitted with a parent should it be not admitted at all? Come one people get it together! Do what is best for your child, and what is best for them is not seeing 'The Orphan' or 'Bruno' Any questions see the chart above!

#3 The Monster that has taken over my child:



This boy make look sweet and innocent, but I assure you there is something sinister lying beneath the surface. Underneath all that sweetness lies a shrieking, whining, yelling, deaf, jumping off the couch, throwing everything in the trash when he gets mad MONSTER! I don't know what happened to my sweet boy. He is lost. In his place is this being I do not like much. He requires more attention than he did at 2. What is going on? Shouldn't it be getting easier? Shouldn't I be able to go to the bathroom without worrying about whether he has gotten a hold of my phone and called the police again. Yes he does call the police, I have a Blackberry that locks automatically when I put it in the holster, you can do nothing with it except make an emergency call. Now this feature I am sure is great in an emergency, but not so great when a monster has taken over your child and he calls the police on a regular basis. At least once a week I am explaining to a 911 operator that my son got my locked phone and called them by accident. I think we have become the family who cried wolf, my phone number is probably at every station in the 911 dispatch center so should I ever have a real emergency, I will be out of luck. I just want my sweet boy back, preferrably before I end up in the loony bin.

Ok so now I am done...What made you HOT this week?

4 yrs ago today......

This is what I was feeling 4 yrs ago today:

WE'RE ENGAGED!!!!!!!
Current mood: ecstatic

On July 28, 2005 along the Pecos River in Carlsbad, New Mexico my amazing boyfriend got on one knee and asked me to marry him. It was incredible, the river was running behind us, our son was with us, and the weather was perfectly clear. It was one of the best days of my life, second only to the birth of my son. My ring is so beautiful! It is a princess cut diamond solitaire. I absolutely love it. It is perfect. I had waited for that moment my whole life and let me tell you that it more than lived up to my expectations. It was a very special moment. It is so exciting. I AM GETTING MARRIED!!! It feels so good to say that. I could not have dreamed up a better man to be marrying. He is my partner, my best friend, and so much more. Words cannot describe the happiness that I feel. I am in ecstasy! I have so much to say and I just can't seem to find the words to describe what I am feeling. And for me to be without words is a first! I just wanted to share my exciting news with you my friends.

Now four years later, I could not be happier. I am so glad that he picked me. I could not ask for a better husband or father for our son. His proposal was perfect and so uniquely him. I would not change a thing. Ok maybe a bigger ring, just kidding. I love my ring, hell I picked it. I can't believe that it has already been 4 years since we got engaged. So much has happened in that short time that it seems like it has been much longer, in a good way.

I love you my amazing husband, you are the best. I could not ask for anything more. I love you, I love you, I love you!

In my house...

So I know that my son is only 4 and years away from texting (I hope) but I saw a news story about "Sexting" and had to put in my 2 cents.

So the whole "sexting" thing is bad in and of itself. I don't know why kids find this so amusing. I guess I have always been a little paranoid, I would be worried about who else would see or read my text. However in my day the worst we could do was write an embarassing note on real paper, imagine that. Still, as an adult with text messaging I can't imagine "sexting", even with my husband. There are too many variables. My husband could lose his phone, lend it to a nosy friend, or accidentally forward my message.

As far as the kids "sexting" well I guess I don't understand why. What happened to self respect? We have begun to go above and beyond to boost kids self esteem. Only positive cheers at organized sports, everyone plays rules and so on. So then why now are kids doing things that show such a lack of respect for themselves?

What prompted me to write this blog was not the fact that the kids are doing this, because I am speechless about that, shocking I know.

During the news report a computer program that parents can use to monitor their children's cell phones was shown to several teenagers and parents. Of course the kids said "Thats an invasion of privacy" One parent showed support and another said "Oh no Big Brother"

Here is my opinion:

If I pay the cell phone bill, I paid for the cell phone, my child lives RENT FREE in my house, I CAN and WILL monitor, search and check anything I want. I believe my child has the right to privacy. However, I do not believe that his right to privacy trumps my right and responsibility to keep him safe. My husband and I have already discussing the rules for our son. Right now there is not much we have to worry about but, he will never have a computer in his room, I will use security software to block and monitor his internet use, I will monitor and restrict his use of video games and if I see fit I will search his room. Now I am not saying that I will trample on his privacy just because I can, but if he gives me a reason I will do what I have to do as his mother. I am not interested in being his friend, I am his mother. I plan to do all that I can to have an open and honest relationship where he can and does come to me with anything. I plan to have open lines of communication and listen to his point of view. However that in no way will put he and I on the level of friendship. When he is an adult, and I have done my job, then I hope we will be friends. But when he is a child, my primary responsibility is to be his mother.

I am tired of hearing parents say how they didn't know what their child was doing. Why didn't you know? Why weren't you paying attention? STOP worrying about whether or not your child likes you. THEY DON'T HAVE TO LIKE YOU! Being a good parent is not about being popular. My mom was not always my favorite person growing up, but I grew up. I survived the rules, I survived the consequences of breaking the rules. I became a parent, and now I understand why she did the things she did. She was protecting me, loving me, and teaching me to be a responsible adult. She was right, she wasn't my friend. But she is now.

When we do not teach our children that there are consequences for their actions, or teach them that someone else is always to blame, we do them a HUGE disservice. We do them more harm than good by not setting clear boundaries and sticking to them.

So yes I think cell phone monitoring software is a good thing. I think that nowadays when kids often know more about technology than their parents, any tool parents can use to help keep their kids safe is good. However no software is a substitute for good parenting. Software or not it is still our responsibility as parents to KNOW what is going on in the lives of our children.

Sorry kids, but when you go out get a job, your own place to live, and support yourself then you can expect complete privacy. Until then, while living with your parents, in the room they let you use (no it is not yours it is a room in their house they have loaned to you) your privacy rights are very limited. My advice, be honest, earn your parent's trust and then you don't have to worry. Be dishonest and sneaky, well....

Tuesday's Tribute: Infertility

So this weeks tribute is to my frenemie Infertility.

I know seems weird that I would want to pay tribute something I have struggled with and fought against for 3 1/2 years. But this week for only the 2nd time since I have been dealing with it, I was grateful to not have another child.



This was the first time that I was grateful to not have another child. They day that my nephew was born. I got to be there, got to see him be born, all made possible by the fact that I only had my Monkey to worry about. I took him with me and as it got close B took him downstairs to play. I didn't have to worry about a baby or 2 kiddos and what I would do with them. I got to experience the most amazing thing I have ever seen all because of infertility, and having an only child.



The second and most profound time that I was grateful to infertility came this past Friday. My Monkey had to have his tonsils and adenoids removed. My husband and I got to be with him while we waited for him to be taken back to surgery. We both got to be with him after surgery. When we got home, we had no one else to worry about and were able to dote on him. I was able to lay in his bed with him, and comfort him. I didn't have anyone else wanting my attention. I was so glad to not have a another little one here that needed me. I got to focus on my son, nothing and no one else. I slept with him, when he asked, jumped when he called, and comforted him when he was in pain. I LOVED it.

So Infertility I salute you...this week anyway.

Team Kate

Ok I know there are more important things going on in the world and in life than the antics of a Reality TV Star, but I have some stuff I have to get off my chest.

I CAN'T STAND JON GOSSELIN! He makes me want to puke! He sits there on the couch all attitude like he is so put upon to have kids and a wife to deal with.
Poor poor Jon is "only" 32 and has too much responsibility BOO-HOO.
Poor Jon has a control freak for a wife WAAA.
Poor Jon quit his job to stay in his large and comfortable home with his kids, take vacations, and have experiences most of us dream of OH MY.
Poor Jon quit work and is fortunate enough to have more than enough income to provide for his family WHAT A SHAME.

GET OVER YOURSELF!

It is not like you only knew Kate for five minutes before you decided to get married. I suspect that she has been a hyper-organized control freak most of her life. And I do not use control freak as a derogatory term, I too am a control freak. You still chose to marry her. It is not like oops one day she happened to get pregnant. You went to a fertility doctor paid money and went through a whole process - both times. I will give you that NO ONE expects to have 6 babies at the same time, however you did not believe in selective reduction, so again it was your decision. So what if you have been the primary caregiver for extended periods of time over the last year so that your wife could go out and promote her books, which by the way help to keep you in the lifestyle you have quickly became accustomed to. Who do you think was the primary caregiver for the last 4 years? And as for her hyper-organization and controlling nature, how do you think you have survived having 8 kids thus far. You can not play the pity card. NO ONE feels sorry for you, well maybe your young girlfriend does, but normal everyday people, not so much.

You are an ungrateful, unappreciative, quitting loser. Do you know how many people out there would love to be blessed with the ability to provide for your family while being able to be home with them. A LOT!

You are a parent, being photographed with a woman before you are even divorced is not good for your kids. Acting the way you act, is not good for your kids. Saying on TV how rough your life is because you are tied to your family, is not good for your kids. Treating their mother poorly and not showing her any respect, is not good for your kids. One day very soon you will have to answer to them about your behavior. Before you go out and do anything ask yourself if your sons were to behave the way you do would you be proud of them, and how is what you are doing going to effect your kids.

You need to pull your head out of your butt, suck it up and make the sacrifices ALL parents make to give our kids the best life possible. Parents in general are not FREE, we all sacrifice. You are not special, you are not being tortured.

I have heard you speak many times about your faith. I sincerely hope that you spend some time reflecting on your faith and speaking to God and asking for guidance. I hope you listen, and find a path that is loving and respectful.

I feel bad that I resorted to name calling, and that what I have said may come across as judgmental. But it comes from a place of knowing what the Gosselin children are going through. I am a child of divorce. However my parents NEVER spoke ill of each other to or in front of me. They never spoke ill of each other in any way that I would have ever found out. They were and are still able to come together for me and for my son. They are respectful of each other and me. I could not be more grateful for this. I don't know if this is was hard for them, I don't care to know. What I do know is that my parents loved me enough to not put me their child in the middle. There is no reason for 2 responsible adults not to behave respectfully, cordially, and gently with each other for the sake of their children. Your divorce is none of their business.

When you are a parent your children come first. Try to remember that.

Tuesday's Tribute: My Baby Sister

Ok so this is my first time to do Angie @ SevEn cLoWn CirCuS' Tuesday Tribute.

My tribute today is to my baby sister.



She is 8 1/2 yrs younger than me and before my son was born she was the person I lived for. I admit I spoiled her. When I started working, almost every time I got paid we would go shopping. I would buy her an outfit, or whatever else she wanted. She was sort of a little mascot to my friends and I. She and I hung out a lot. Then as it always happens, she grew up and hanging out with her big sister wasn't as fun. We still hung out, but I soon became mostly a taxi, and a place to crash. When I got pregnant my due date was her birthday, I thought that it was kinda cool, although I knew I had to have a C-Section and my son wouldn't be born on that day. She didn't. She was mad at me, right like I decided what my due date was. No matter how much I tried to explain that I wasn't gonna actually have the baby on my due date, she stayed mad. Then I went in to premature labor, and every time I had to spend the night in the hospital she came to see me. When I got home and was on bed rest she was a big help. Then the baby came, at the time I still lived with my mom and sister. She has never been a fan of kids. She tried not to like him. But I think cause she was so mean to me he came out looking very much like her. He won her over. She is his Godmother and since he was baby he just lights up when she is around. It brought us closer together. She has had a tough few years. Almost a year ago she found herself pregnant. She as I said was not a fan of kids and had always said that she didn't know if she would even have kids. She struggled with it, but being a mom grew on her. A little over 6 wks ago I got the call, she was in labor. So off to the hospital we went. My sister whose mouth often rivals that of a sailor, was calm. Not a single bad word. I got to be there, got to see my nephew be born. After his birth I worried. My sister not a fan of kids, except my son, now had her own. Now she couldn't hide from the crying, this baby was dependent on her. I know my sister has more strength than she realizes, but would she find that within herself now when she really needed it. SHE DID. She has amazed me everyday since the day my nephew was born. She is a GREAT mother. She is devoted, loving and committed to him. And a little selfish, I sometimes have to fight with her to give him to me. My baby sister is not a baby, she is a beautiful, capable, amazing mom. So today I salute her for all that she is and all that she does. I LOVE YOU SISSY!

Mother's Worry

About 4 1/2 years ago this boy came in to my life and stole my heart.



I love this boy more than I could ever dream of putting in to words, and boy do I like to put things in to words. I love him more than I ever thought I was capable of loving anything. He is my baby, the light of my life, my greatest achievement and my biggest blessing. He is rambunctious, loud, dirty, hyper, sweet, loving, maddening, brilliant, and so much more. He is my angel. He does crazy things like fall asleep on the couch with a PB&J in his hand.



He is amazingly resilient. He loves everyone, he is accepting, and non-judgmental. He forgives, he forgets and he adapts. After 4 yrs of being the only baby in our family he took to being the "Big Cousin" very well. He wants to help, he thinks he knows what the babies want and tells us.



He love my sister's baby so much he has decided that it is his "Baby Brudder"



He is mischievious and if left unwatched he will sometimes take advantage and get into things that he shouldn't like my mom's long wear lip gloss. He took advantage of us after the birth of my nephew, we were tired and vulnerable.



What is all this rambling about. Well my baby is having his tonsils removed on Friday. Now because I am the mom it is my responsibility to keep it together, to be calm and reassuring. I can't be worried or nervous in front of him or his dad for that matter. But he is my baby, and I am worried, I am nervous. I haven't figured out how to be calm and reassuring for myself. Just like with my hubby's surgery last week, I know it is minor surgery, but it is my BABY! This boy is my life. He changed me in so many ways not the least of which is he made me a Stay at Home Mom. Something I never dreamed I would be. He has made me a better me. I think my biggest worry is that I have some trouble with anesthesia, and I worry that maybe I passed that on to him. My other fear, my sweet farmer boy HATES bad tasting medicine!



The transformation when trying to get him to take medicine is like Bruce Banner to Hulk. It can be frightening. I know that this is for the best, that his snoring is caused by his, in the Dr's words "HUGE" tonsils. I know that he will sleep better and be happier and healthier when they are out. I know that once the tonsils are gone the likelihood that he will ever have to have a Strep test, which he also hates, is very slim. All good things. But again he is my BABY! Since I am very aware that it is difficult to get him to take medicine, rest and sit still when he is sick. I have resorted to bribery. What does he get if he follows directions, well we promised to take him to see G-Force a movie he has been dieing to see. I know bad mom, I should just expect my 4 yr old to understand that he must take the medicine and he must rest without any reward. Well I will be that bad mom all day if it makes it easier on myself. I admit it I am selfish, I look for what will make things easier for me. But this boy I love he is more than half my size already and so therefore fighting with him is next to IMPOSSIBLE.



Besides when my bribery makes him this happy it is worth it.



So the countdown begins, 4 days until surgery. I will spend this week, worrying in secret, making jell-o and reminding my son of the rewards of taking gross medicine. And by rewards I do mean my bribery, which I may even go to the store, buy some toys to hide and use them as added incentive. Don't judge me. I need all the tools in my arsenal I can get.

An uncomfortable situation

As I write this blog my husband is in surgery. It is relatively minor surgery he is having 2 ganglion cysts removed from his left wrist. It is a day surgery but he is under general anesthesia. The surgery and the anesthesia are not really what is bothering me. The thing that is bothering me the most is the fact that my husband is rarely sick. I don't know what to do with myself. I am usually the one in the hospital bed being wheeled off to surgery or for tests. I am the one with the health problems and now I don't know what to do. I am comfortable with being the one getting treatment. I am calm and reassuring. I make everyone else feel more at ease. But being the one sitting in the waiting room is a new and uncomfortable experience. Why can't I be calm and reassuring for myself?

Before I met my husband I was proudly super independant. I am talking, shopping, movies, dinner by myself independant. I didn't mind doing anything and everything alone. As a matter of fact at the time that I met him I had really begun to feel so comfortable with being alone that I wondered if I would ever want to be in a relationship again. I had made a plan for my life if I never met that person who would make me want to share my life. Then entered my husband. No joke the first time I saw him I knew that if we were to get together he was the man I was going to marry. Perhaps it was love at first sight or God whispering in my ear "There is your husband, the man you have been praying for" Either way he was not what I had expected. He turned out to be everything that I never knew I always wanted. We have built an amazing life together. It is not filled with money or material things, but with riches of a far more important and lasting kind. We have hit bumps, pot holes, and the occassional brick wall and have figured it all out together. I love our life with our son, our relationship with each other and all that we have built. I guess seeing him wheeled away from me made me realize that I don't know how it all works without him. I mean if you take the transmission out of car it doesn't exactly continue to go.

I know that God has blessed me with more strength than I know I have. That being said, I am not sure how it would ever be ok. I am not trying to be morbid. I know that he will be ok. I know that I put him in God's hands and I believe that God will bring him back to me. But this is the first time in our 5 yrs together that anything close to a thought of him not being here has ever entered my mind. He rode a motorcycle as his primary transportation for 3 yrs and even then I was not as apprehensive as I am now. I know that it is all going to be ok, in my mind. But my heart is having trouble catching up.

I know the whole soulmate idea is antiquated and weird. But he is my soulmate, he makes me feel whole and complete. He is my perfect complement. He is my equal and the other side of my personality. We are so different but we fit together perfectly. He is the best husband and father I could have asked or prayed for. He is just what God knew I needed, much more than what I wanted.

Ok so I am sick of myself and my pity party! I know he is going to be ok and since I can't stand my whining anymore I am going to let it go. I am going to sit back play a mindless game, read or just watch CNN on the TV in the waiting room. Ok so I am not going to watch CNN because they are talking AGAIN about Michael Jackson's memorial and I am sick of hearing it. So anyway I will be back my blog buddies a little later to update all of you on the success of the
surgery.


**UPDATE**

So the surgery went great. The Dr removed both cysts one the size of a marble and the other the size of a grape. KD came through with flying colors. No trouble with anesthesia but we did discover that he is allergic to Ancef. After the Dr came out and told me that everything went well, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Then my darling husband decided to take advantage of the ability to sleep and had me worrying yet again in the lobby when an hour had passed and they had not come to get me to go back with him. Finally I checked with the receptionist and was informed that my husband had been transformed into Sleeping Beauty. Again I relaxed and a few minutes later they came out to get me. Home we went after stopping to grab some take out. Then I spent the rest of the night trying to keep him resting, a losing battle. But today his hand is sore and maybe next time he will listen to me. Probably not but at least I can say, "Remember when you had surgery and didn't listen to me" I take the victories where I can get them!

Writers Workshop: My paranoia in overdrive

Yes kids it is that time again for Mama Kat's Writers Workshop:

This weeks prompt was chosen based on the hilarity I read on her blog.

4.) Relay an interesting conversation you recently had with someone that may or may not involve creating a Loch Ness Monster Theme Park.


Hubby: My senior (asst coach at work) is driving to Washington State in his truck with his 5th Wheel

Me: Yuck - that is a really long drive.

Hubby: Yeah it is

Me: I think my mom was saying something about her and B going on the bike to Seattle

Hubby: On the bike?

Me: Yeah if they get a Goldwing, but that would be a really long trip

Hubby: That is a crazy long trip on a motorcycle - thats a long time sitting on your a$$

Me: I know I could never do that, I need to sleep on long trips

Hubby: You could sleep on a Goldwing

Me: No I couldn't my paranoia would kick in to overdrive. I would be thinking what if I lean too far and he takes a turn to fast I will fill off, what if I slip off the seat, what if doesn't know I am asleep and something happens that I fly out cause I wasn't paying attention

Hubby: On a Goldwing you have arm rests, you are pretty caged in

Me: Still no way, my paranoia would be in overdrive I'm telling you. I barely ride in a car long distances

Hubby: I wouldn't mind that trip on a bike but I don't know about having someone on the back - but I guess it would be ok for people like your mom and B who can take 3 weeks off to take there time to get there.

Me: Yeah no way I would never go that far on a motorcycle - like I said I barely go long distances in a car, I would much rather get on a plane get there fast and rent a car when I get there. That is much better than being on the road for long periods of time where anything can happen.

Hubby: Well when we go to Seattle I will take the bike and you can fly and meet me there

Me: You don't have a bike anymore

Hubby: By the time we can go to Seattle I will have one - that is an expensive trip

Me: We could go in the next couple of years - we just have to save up

Hubby: I will have a bike by then, I will ride and you can meet me.

Me: No then I don't want to go - what would be the point of that? The first time we go to Seattle I want to go just us and not take the Monkey

Hubby: So you can meet me there

Me: NO what would be the point - we are going on vacation TOGETHER, you would have to leave 2 or 3 days before me and then I would have to fly out later.

Hubby: So you can go ahead of me and scope out all the fun things to do when I get there

Me: No I don't think so!

Hubby: I am just kidding - I Love You Much!

Ok so I am gonna do this one too:

5.) Show us something you made!

THE HUNK CAKE


I made this for my cousin's bachelorette party

Ok I liked this one too:

1.) Mother's guilt...tell us what happened.

Dear Monkey,

I would like to apologize to you in advance, as your mother there are going to be times when I will have to do things that you don't like. As your mother I may or may not feel guilty, most likely I won't but here is what I am sorry for:
I am sorry for telling you NO when you want every toy that you see on the store shelves or heard about on a commercial.
I am sorry that you don't have 'Bend-Its' or the Transformers helmet.
I am sorry that as long as something is in my house and under my roof I can take it away regardless of who paid for it.
I am sorry that I don't let you have soda or candy.
I am sorry that you have you have to speak to me, your dad, and all other adults with respect.
I am sorry that you have to address all adults with Ms or Mr even if it is before their first name
I am sorry that you have to keep your room clean and help keep the house clean
I am sorry that you will have a curfew and it will be enforced
I am sorry you have chores
I am sorry that you are expected to act appropriately in all situations
I am sorry that you do not have everything that your friends have
I am sorry that you will have to do your school reports and projects all on your own
I am sorry that you will not have a computer in your room
I am sorry that we have a hacker proof security system on our computer, so you won't be on it without supervision
I am sorry that you have to spend time with your family
I am sorry that you have to eat dinner with us too
I am sorry I do not run a restaurant and you have to eat the dinner I cooked or nothing at all
You are only 4 now so I am sure that this list will grow ever longer. But I am your mom, and it is my responsibility to do my best to raise you to be a productive, responsible member of society. It is my responsibility to prepare you for the world. I know that along the way you may hate me, but thats ok, I love you anyway. I am your mom I will always be here for you even when you don't want me to.