My children without a doubt will give me heart troubles. They will test my patience and my resolve.

They will not agree with everything I say and not like some things I tell them.

My children will, and have, break my heart.

I won’t always tell them when they do, but will always soldier on with a forced smile and try not to let it show.

They will hurt me, and make me cry, and when I cry, they will not know because I will cry in private.

My children will crush me and break my spirit, however, they are my children and I will always love them.

I will always care for them before I care for myself and hope that someday they will see why I do the things I do, and that it is all for them.

They will always be my children and I will always love them.