Motherhood is a growing process too. There are some moms out there that somehow have it all incredibly together, but, I must confess I am not one of them.
In fact, my children tend to remind me of my shortcomings on a daily basis. I mean besides having little slaves, and someone to care for us when we’re old, why else do we have children?
To keep us humble of course.
So, along the way, my kids have taught me a few things.
1. Sympathy for MY mother. Man, I must have been a hellion if my kids behavior is any indication of mine.
2. Survival. After all, if my mother survived me (and my brother!), I can survive mine too.
3. It’s not me. It’s them. Seriously. If they cleaned up behind themselves, I wouldn’t have anything to do.
4. There is no such thing as embarrassment until you have a kid. In a household full of farts and burps and screams of “I gotta poop”, you’d think I could handle it, but lemme tell ya now. For someone who doesn’t embarrass easy, I’ve felt the heat rush to my face more times than I have fingers to count on.
5. There is truth to that old saying “Children should be seen and not heard” especially when at the dinner table.
6. A new point of view. Everything is better when laughter is involved, even crappy accidents (pun intended) in public bathrooms because someone didn’t make it in time.
7. My voice can get incredibly higher and louder than I ever thought possible. And I’m nearly deaf, so that’s saying A LOT.
8. Boys really are different than girls. For all the non worrying I did with Jellybean at Scooby’s current age, Scooby is definitely filling the worry meter up. He’s rough, tough, and fearless.
9. I really really really love teachers. Like really really really love them and wished they worked all year round. Ha.
and finally (and perhaps most importantly) I have learned
10. I am a hero. I am the fixer of all things, the safe harbor during a storm, and the monster slayer. I can leap up the steps in two quick bounds, and when I fall on my butt, I can keep going. I am the teddy bear that must be snuggled every morning, and the story teller that sends them off into dreams at night.
And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can’t wait to see all that 2012 has in store for us.