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by Amy Turn Sharp


Love me tender.

luv me tender

My little monkey-girl climbs up on the couch, sprawls across my lap interrupting whatever I am doing, and assumes her nursing position.

She won't keep a shirt on. And I am gentle and I let her run around the house without one until I can catch her.

But some days I don't want to be gentle. I need to be firm. I am In Charge. And [feel like I] am always barking orders at the bigs and letting the littles get away with everything.

Hard - soft - Hard - soft - Hard - soft

I sometimes forget which role I am, the love? Or the correct? The love-ing corrector. Or the steel-shelled love-r.

It's hard to put on and take off in time. I love, always love. But the outside repels the bullets and arrows.

Sometimes they poke through my armour.

With love,
Stephanie- Adventures In Babywearing