I Am the One

I am the one 
you see walk in with 2 adorable little boys. Twins? No.
I am the one 
whose 3 yr old is pinching his little brother and making him cry.
I am the one 
that quietly threatens with spankings to those boys in the next aisle over.
I am the one 
that not so sneakily bolts to the bathroom to avoid a scene.
I am the one 
that dashes from the store with an empty cart and screaming kids. So much for no scene.
I am the one 
that breathes deeply trying not to loose it.
I am the one 
that rolls down my windows and turns up the music to drown out the tantrums.
I am the one
who pulls it together.
I am the one 
that soothes those boys once we're behind closed doors.
I am the one 
that kisses their owies.
I am the one 
that wipes their tears away.
I am the one 
they call mommy.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.