So God Made a Mother Collection ➔

Our oldest is your protection, our youngest is your affection, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you are pure perfection.

Our oldest is the one who teaches you, our youngest is the one who reaches for you, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you are sometimes too good to be true.

Our oldest can start up a fight, our youngest can stay up all night, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you are truly just right.

Our oldest reaches for your hand, our youngest is just learning to stand, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you keep us on our toes with each demand.

Our oldest hides out in his room, our youngest is learning to use a spoon, and you, my dear, our middle . . . act like Daddy and Mommy have hung the moon.

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Our oldest likes to get you riled, our youngest crawls faster than a cheetah in the wild, and you, my dear, our middle . . . have an adult vocabulary although you are a child.

Our oldest is big and strong, our youngest can cry all day long, and you, my dear, our middle . . . know just when to burst out in beautiful song.

Our oldest enjoys going to school, our youngest is mostly covered in drool, and you, my dear, our middle . . . smile at yourself in the mirror while standing on a stool.

Our oldest loves big bear hugs, our youngest grabs hair and constantly tugs, and you, my dear, our middle . . . play tea party with itty-bitty mugs.

Our oldest wrestles on the floor, our youngest keeps getting stuck behind the door, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you are everything and more.

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Our oldest shows you new stuff, our youngest has the cutest hair fluff, and you, my dear, our middle . . . you are tiny but tough

Our oldest made us mom and dad, our youngest is a sweet little lad, and you, my dear, our middle . . . every day, you make us glad

Our oldest is almost 7, our youngest is approaching month 11, and you, my dear, our middle . . . are nearly 4 and sent from Heaven.

Kali Dawson

Kali is a School Teacher, Pilates Instructor, Mama of two young children and a beautiful 2020 Baby. She is Married to her real-life Superhero. When she's not holding small hands or looking for raised hands you will find her writing fervently about faith and family. To read more, you can find her on Facebook at: Faith, Family, Freelance.

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