This is my mother's confession.
There are many things that I have kept from you. To protect you, you understand. But everything I did, I did because I love you.
When I let you both watch TV for pretty much a full day and you thought it was the best thing ever? I did that because I felt like death warmed up and I really couldn't deal with the fighting or, well, anything really. Except to acquire sustenance for you both. I'm a responsible ill mother like that.
When I stand in the kitchen and mumble at you then turn away and say "I'll just be a second!" 99% of the time I'm stuffing your chocolate or sweets in my face and I don't want you to know about it. I know, I'm sorry, but it's for the good of your teeth and stuff.
Sorry, I just told you another white lie...I must confess it is actually 100% of the time. And it isn't always your chocolate. Sometimes I have my own stash and it's just too good to share.
Sometimes, when you are lying in bed, I let out a huge sigh of relief that the day is over. Not now you are older to be honest, more so when you were toddlers going through the terrible twos and threes. Oft those were exhausting times. I would high five myself for getting through the day, wondering how I managed.
Actually, I know how I managed...I ate your chocolate and sweets. And it was good.
(Dear Husband, I have to confess. That time the cat pumped in bed and you almost died from the smell? It wasn't the cat. Spicy chicken just doesn't agree with me!)
Please remember that everything I did, I did because I love you lots and lots.