This blog has been a long time in the making. I've thought many times about having one but thought, "What do I really have to say?" So, the idea was set to the side with a pin in it, you know, for later. After posting to my Facebook page, comments said by my kids or conversations we had, I was told by many people that I needed to either write a book or blog about these things. Suddenly, I had a reason to blog (and maybe write a book, we shall see). But I wanted to expand it some, by sharing my inner thoughts as well, because most moms, and dads, think the same things, but a lot are too afraid to voice them, and we shouldn't be! We're human and that's alright. It's not until we see someone else saying, "My kids are driving me crazy!" that we finally exhale and think, "Mine too. Thank goodness it's not just ME." So let's all exhale, we deserve to.
After my daughter transitioned into Toddlerhood, she started to become, well, a toddler. She questioned (and still questions) everything, got into everything, made everyone around her informed of any little thing she did, i.e. during a friend's wedding reception when the preacher asked everyone to bow their heads for prayer, she loudly exclaimed to me that, "I have a poopy in my diaper!" and yes, she was very proud, while I on the other hand, was very red, or scarlet for a truer color, from embarrassment. She now is expanding her vocabulary and conversations and mimics anything she hears in passing. A lot of "verbal projectory" I really have no idea where it comes from, which actually makes it even funnier.
My son, who is almost two, is rounding that corner. Right now, he is still mastering some words and at times it sounds like he curses like a sailor. Yes, I have received looks in stores and am "that mom" who will always rush to explain. Heaven forbid one's child be....a child. He also has become prone to running away from me in stores, thus initiating a large, loud game of "chase" that ends with me carrying a screaming, kicking toddler and receiving unwanted attention. I sometimes just can't contain the joy.
I always had this "Hallmark Daydream" about Parenthood. Sitting on lush, green grass having a picnic, sharing, laughing; basking in the warm sun as we eat our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, then after lunch we run and pick dandelions and blow the furry seeds into the wind. Like I said, it was a daydream. I've learned that in reality, the other wants the other's sandwich (although they are the SAME. EXACT. SANDWICH) because the one sandwich "looks better". The youngest actually eats the dandelion and somehow, just somehow, someone always ends up with a knot on their forehead or bleeding, so the trip is cut short so mommy can play paramedic.
In all seriousness, I love getting the chance to actually stay at home with my kiddies. It's like any other job where you want to leave early some days and want to call off sick some others. But a lot of days, truly, there are those moments where you think to yourself, "Wow. I get to do this everyday." And it is so worth it. Just remember to breathe.
Until our next adventure....
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