patience

in life, with the kids, with people, with the circumstances. We must have patience, it all arrives when it is time. Feeling guilty for being often mad at my kids. Why? kids = patience otherwise it does not work. Love their sweet comments, love their hugs, love their sweet little selves. Mama-mama-ma-maaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I get soft again, then tough and... soft.

I do need time for myself... I am going crazy.
besitos and nite nite