Loving the Evil One

As Mom's, we all love our children, or should considering we gave birth to them. And even though I love Caitlyn with every last fiber of my being, I know she is evil. Maybe no one else can see it, but I know how she truly is behind closed doors, or for that matter, publically too. But I still love her. Why? Because she knows exactly how to melt my heart to make me forget that she just dumped her cereal on the ground out of anger, or threw her pooped filled diaper at me and then ran because I said we had to put on another. It's the other things she does that makes me run out and buy her toys she doesn't deserve (at the moment anyway) or clothes that might only be worn once. She may not say "Mommy", but "boob" is about the closest to it I get. It is when she finally learned to say "please" and "thank you" and truely meant it. Or this morning, when for the first time, she said "I love you" and "I love you, too" that all the evil little things she does just disappears. Like today, when she had to sit on Mommy's lap at the hair salon so Mommy was protected from the weird lady cutty my hair. I know she really does love me. Now, I know it'll be awhile before I may get called "Mommy," or even as sweetly as "Daddy." I wouldn't have it any other way really. But just know this. I do know she is evil. So when she steals other kid's toys or sippie cups and throw tantrums in public all the while saying "no no no" because she has to do everything herself, don't say I didn't warn you. At least you'll know why 5 seconds later why I'm smothering her in kisses and buying her another toy.