Perfect Mother
Family
Is all I ever wanted, really
When I grew up, a mom I was gonna be
A good one, not like my mom was to me
For years, I dreamt of bonding by talking
Heart-to-hearts, from when they'd be walking
My son climbing in my bed when he had a nightmare
Cliche , dragging along his ragged old teddy bear
My daughter , letting me brush her hair into a braid
Times that taught her not to be afraid
Bedtime stories under the covers with a flashlight
Watching them dream, peacefully sleeping through the night
Building forts with him, playing Barbie dolls with her
Oh I wish that's how those early years were
Telling me about Junior High, excited about her first date
Giggling about boys during sleepovers that stayed up late
Rocks through windows, a frog in his pocket
Off he'd go, fast as a rocket
Little league practice, maybe a broken arm
I could handle it all because of his boyish charm
Mending her broken heart
While fixing up his broken car
High school worries. I would talk them through
Maybe even college letters for these two
It would be the perfect little life
Because I would have been a perfect little wife
I would have wanted a life no other
Because I was gonna be the perfect mother
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