Things My Kids Taught Me

Motherhood is a growing process. Some moms seem to have it all together, but I am not one of them.

In fact, my children 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.
  5. There is truth to that old saying “Children should be seen and not heard” especially 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 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 my daughter at my son’s current age, my boy is definitely filling the worry meter. 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. Ha.
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Finally (and perhaps most importantly), I have learned:

  1. 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 storyteller that sends them off into dreams at night.

And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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