You don’t mind when I’ve not got my makeup on or my hair done… you always think I’m pretty.
You don’t mind when I kiss you before I’ve brushed my teeth… you always ask for another.
You don’t mind when I’m so tired that I can’t get up… you lie beside me.
You don’t mind when I cry… you hold my hand until I’m done.
You don’t mind when I forget to go to Tesco… you’ll make pancakes with me for tea instead.
You don’t mind when I’m afraid and I creep into your bed… you cuddle me until I fall asleep.
You don’t mind that my jokes are crap… you always laugh.
You don’t mind when I’m busy and frazzled… you just tag along behind.
You don’t mind when I take 1,000 photos of you… you stand and smile for me.
You don’t mind that I got cancer and sometimes couldn’t be the mummy I wanted to be… it was always good enough for you.
You don’t mind that I’m not perfect… because to you, just being me is enough.
You’ve had a lot to deal with for only 3 and I couldn’t be more proud of you.