Children Are Special
Children are special.Yes even the bratty ones.From that first moment out of the womb.they wrap there fist around your finger.There telling you no matter what happens i love you forever.
And then at four there already asking you were babies come from.
At eight there wanting to be closer to you.There minds are often full of thought.There growth you cant keep up with.It seems they grow a bit everyday.And they grow a bit wiser every month.
At 12 there not saying much of anything.I dont knows are a common way out.You worry wether theyll be okay or not.A thought pops in your head that maybe your child is gone replaced by a darker soulless being.
You say no and stick to your values and say children are special.Even if they dont know it.And a tear can be shed when they have their own and they say mommy.Children are special.Yes even the bratty ones
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