So every day i feel like I wage a war on my children, and I am not sad to admit that they seem to win half the time.
Don’t get me wrong, I win the important ones. I refuse to raise little assholes that do not understand manners and respect.
I also refuse to dominate and bludgeon their poor souls until they are little robots that only follow commands.
I enjoy the different personalities, the different strong suites each one of them have, and the ability to learn how to see things thru a childs eye.
I think that they have taught me more then my overpriced education at the best of the best schools. I have to admit that I may be more willing to learn from these adorable critters then I was the stuffy teachers.
However the ones that I lose in this war with them teach me the most.
Sometimes I learn a lesson about my severe lack of patience.
Other days it is my lack of empathy.
Some thing else they have taught me is that if I give them the wrong colored cup, or wrong length spoon, that it could destroy our morning in a heartbeat.
They have taught me to slow down and enjoy things more. The smaller things, like how your belly jumps when you slide down a good slide. Or the way your face just has to contort into a smile when you hit the highest you can go on a swing.
They have taught me that to be the best mom I can be, I just need to spend time with them. So you have had a long hard day at work, and you just want to sit down and read your book right? Sit beside them. Let them read their own books, or watch their television shows while sitting beside you getting some cuddle time in.
They are only little for a small time.
Yes it is important that they learn to spend time alone, and occupy their own self, but they also need you. They dont care how clean your kitchen is or what color your walls are. They are not worried about what the scale told you this morning and they are sure not worried about the state of your hair.
They just want YOU.