Posted this yesterday on my tumblr, but it not only gives a little bit of info about my kids, but about how I see myself so I'm posting this here as well. Sorry if you're reading this twice!

I love my kids. I try to make sure they get what they need. Because they are the reason I am.

It’s hard to explain. I’ve always wanted to be a mom. And I am good at it I suppose. If you look at the people they are becoming it’s easy to assume I am doing a damn fine job.

College boy graduates this year with a science degree that would make most medical schools cream their shorts to accept him (bio chem/ bio phys/ molecular bio). He loves the lab; loves the scientific process. He is one of the most honest people I know. Probably why he loves golf. Code of honor. That’s my boy.

The princess is becoming as confident in the class room as she is on the pitch. She will make an amazing teacher because she has inherited my sense of empathy. Kids can always sense that one person who will love them for who they are. They are instinctively drawn to them. That is my girl. Unless she is on the pitch and you are between her and the soccer ball. Then I highly recommend you get the fuck out of the way.

G-boy is finally learning to channel and focus his genius… I know I’m his mom, but this is a kid who could find the cure for cancer. He’s brilliant. Scary smart. But with a heart. He’s my big teddy bear kid, my buddy. He is the one I worry about most though. With his big brain he gets things kids his age shouldn’t understand. It’s a lot of pressure on a 17 year old.

Don’t ever tell me I don’t have a job. I’ll be doing it the rest of my life. So far? The fruits of my labor are pretty damn sweet.

My kids are my heart. I would kill for them. I would die for them. That is the greatest truth I have.