My kids love to hear stories about when they were little. Or stories from my childhood, which for some reason always involve poop or puke. Ahh, good times.
Anyway, I was thinking today about how awesome being a mom is. This is the only job I have ever liked. And probably the one I’m the worst at, ironically enough. (Well, I was a pretty sucky mountain bike salesman, too.)
I know my kids love me and I know that they know I love them. But, I really wish I could be more laidback about stuff. Especially with Lizzy, who really is a great kid. She is exactly like me, however, which causes a lot of head butting.
I keep telling myself that I am not going to argue with her anymore, because that girl loves to argue. But, then I keep catching myself in these really stupid arguments about whether or not she’s brushed her hair, or if she’s put her shoes away… stupid bullcrap that totally doesn’t matter (apparently, I like to argue, too.) and I’m worried that she’s going to remember all the griping and dirty looks over any kindness and love.
When Lizzy was 2, she was the most adorable chubby little thing. She had long blonde hair, and she was a little chatterbox. One night, we pulled up to our apartment after dark and she climbed out of the car, saw the full moon and said, “Night Night, Moon!” I know this story is not that interesting to anyone else, but I swear to you at that moment my mommy heart just about exploded with joy.
When The Boy was born, it sort of threw us all for a loop. He was always in love with her, though. She could make him cackle so hard he’d get the hiccups. (Do your kids get the hiccups when they laugh too hard? Three out of four of mine do. Weird, huh?) She still can crack him up in ways nobody else can. He’s always begging, “STOP! I’m gonna pee my pants!!!” But he doesn’t really want her to stop.
Anyway, she’s a big help around the house. She loves to practice her Mommy skills on Kitty. And occasionally when Jane gets ridiculously stubborn about something and none of us can convince her to ________ (get in her jammies, clean up the playroom, put on her shoes, etc.), Lizzy can calm her down and get it done. Jane idolizes Lizzy.
Quick Lizzy brag: She has over 250 AR points (Accelerated Reader) this year. Her teacher told me that she has never had a third grader with so many points before. Lizzy’s goal is to hit 300 before the end of the year.
What is this post about? I have no idea. I love my kids, despite how I sometimes treat them. We honestly have a great life.