Kids give your wrinkles, that is a FACT.

If you are a Mother, you worry. It is part of the gig. It doesn't matter if your child is 2 or 52, you worry. Are they safe? Are they working hard enough in school? Are they healthy? Will they make good choices? Are you screwing them up? Will they make something of themselves? Will they be good human beings? Have the morals and beliefs you have tried to instill in them stick with them?

It is tough, and makes for many a sleepless night. As a mother of teens, I can't tell you how many times I have bolted out of bed panicked because one of my boys wasn't home yet after a night out. With 5 kids, I cannot imagine the worry will lessen over time. Ha! It will only get worse. I have tools, mainly prayer, that keep the worry in check.

One thing you cannot get around though is how worry mucks with your face!! That "11" wrinkle between my eyes really gets on my nerves. The bags under my eyes really tick me off. Kids give you wrinkles, it is a proven fact!

I don't like looking mad all of the time. I have no regrets about having kids, or about having so many. I love being a Mom to all of these crazy sons, they make my life complete. I can't wait for a house full of grandchildren too. I do however plan to be the Grandma with the smoothest forehead on the block though, hands down.

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