Every Mother Wonders

Every mother wonders if their child will turn out alright. 

When you have to ask them to stop (sometimes quite firmly) making gaseous noises with their hand in their armpit, their arm flapping up and down (thanks Dad for teaching him that) at the dinner table - you wonder. 

When you have to remind them to flush the toilet and wash their hands and close the door and keep the seat clean, and lower the seat and... and... and...  - you wonder.

When you have to play rescuer to your daughters because he purposely pushes their buttons (repeatedly and with enthusiasm) - you wonder.

When you are sick with the stomach flu for the whole weekend and you wake up Monday morning and he brings this to your bedside (and quickly runs away embarrassed) -

- You don't wonder as much anymore.  Best. Note. Ever.