Sometimes (okay, often) I wonder if my kids would be better off with another mommy... one that is more patient (or AT ALL patient), one who loves doing kid-crafts and making messes, one who keeps the house cleaner, one who yells less. It's actually a substantial source of anxiety for me. They really are amazing people; they deserve someone amazing in return. I don't feel like that's me almost ever. But then my little Jolie gives me her saved-for-mommy smile, and James snuggles up to me and says, "I love you, momma!" and all of the sudden my doubts disappear. Maybe another mom would do a better job, but I can GUARANTEE you that no other mommy could love my babies more. Ultimately, I hope that matters most. They are the world to me, and I never want to be separated from them. Better or worse, they're stuck with me. Forever.