My kids are the best, no the worst, maybe the best, definitely the worst, sweetest kids ever! I was going to write this blog only about the sweetest things that they say, but being a realist and not wanting the world to get the wrong impression, I had to add both sides of the coin. Also, when I'm 60 and my kids are asking me for advice with their own kids, I know I will have forgotten the bad and only remember the good, so they can look back on this blog and know they weren't perfect angels ;)
Having a 3 and a 6 year old can be challenging to say the least (as all you parents out there know) and there are many times when I want to run away and throw in the towel. Just yesterday Teah was on the floor in an aisle at Meijer (the grocery store for you non-midwesterners) screaming and throwing a tantrum because I made her get out of the TV cart because she wouldn't stay sitting down on the bench. Carter sat in time-out for 20 minutes, screaming for the first 5, refusing to rinse out his yogurt container and put it in the recycling. I also cannot count the number of times this week that Teah has said that I'm being mean by enforcing one of our well-known house rules. Carter punched his sister, Teah tried to make him do everything her way, tantrums were thrown, doors were slammed, I was verbally and physically abused - all in the last week. I'm not saying that my kids are horrible and in moments of calm and rational thought I understand that they're still so small and learning how to control their emotions and deal with the lack of control and change in the world around them. They're learning how to appropriately deal with difficult social situations and I'm the one who needs to teach them. This is of course more difficult to remember in the heat of the moment when I'm throwing in the towel.
So, I can only thank the heavens that these children of mine are also the sweetest kids on the earth. Here are some of the wonderful things they say and do that make the work worth it. Last week during our time together when Teah was at school, Carter was playing and having a good time. He stopped, walked over to me and said in the sweetest, most sincere little 3 year old voice, "Mom, you're my best friend". The other day Teah had noticed that there are a lot of girls in her class taller than her and we were discussing the fact that people come in all shapes and sizes. I mentioned that it was possible that she would grow up and be short, since I am short myself and we share the same genes. She looked at me with true happiness on her face and said, "Mom, I'm going to grow up to be just like you!" I get kisses, hugs, the biggest squeezes EVER, and I love you's every day.
I'm not the perfect parent, my kids aren't perfect angels, but the love that we share is an amazing thing that will hopefully get us through the moments that are the most difficult.
Robert's comments after reading this post: "Our kids aren't superlatives. They're not the best or the worst. They're kids and they're wonderful."