First, I love you
First, I love you. My daughters, who I love to the moon and back seven million times, I love you, even when I feel completely overwhelmed.
Before I get mad because you made a huge mess all over the house, first, I love you. I pray that I give you the respect to love you because you are so very little.
Before I get mad because you yelled at your sister and pulled her hair, first, I love you. I pray that I realize that you are still learning how to share and how to love your sister.
Before I get mad because you found your sisters markers and wrote all over the table, first, I love you. I pray that I have the patience to take a moment and bend down and look you in the eye and tell you that I love you.
Before I get mad because you spilled my cup of coffee all over the living room carpet, first, I love you. I pray that I remember that it was an accident and it is just coffee and messes can be cleaned up easier than your young spirit.
Before I get mad because you ripped up one of my books into a million pieces, first, I love you. I pray that I teach you what is right and wrong without anger, frustration and anxiety.
Before I get mad, first, I love you.
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