My cousin's son gave her this poem on Mother's Day. She seems to have a difficult child, too, and I'm hoping she'll make a visit to the site sometime. Anyway, I was going to ask her permission to post it, I had never seen it and love it, but I googled it and its all over the web. It is the sweetest poem. Rings true to mom's with little difficult child's. I am your little flower, Mom Please help me grow and bloom Take the weeds, but leave the roots And give me lots of room. Mom, you are my gardener; My sunshine and my rain. Too much will make me wither With enough, I'll bloom again. I am your little flower, Mom I'm different from the rest; Don't pick me Mom, just help me grow To be my very best.