Today I am..... A Mother

This is me, at least I think it is anyway.
We butt head, goaning and moaning at each other. We cant stand the sight of each other, he banned me from his room, Ive banned him for the telly. Each sentence is meet with a glare.
The stress rises I stare at the ceiling wondering what is in store for me, why I decided all those years ago to open my legs and accepting the sperm that created this child.
I also start to think how many hours it is till the young ones bed time and I'll be able to have peace.
My ears burn and my throat started to get that choking feeling as I start to stress,rage, to get worked up over nothing.
When the soft little voice whispers to my right.
"mummy"
His little face a washed with tears, a small cut upon his finger.
I open my arms and he is in them in an second, arms curled around my throat, small salty tears landing on my shoulder.
I hold him till he is calm.
I hold him till I'm calm.
I am his mother
I am a mother
This is motherhood and it is worth it