Parenting is a tricky thing, but it has been the most loving, rewarding, humbling, fantastic, comical, embarrassing, maddening, teaching experience of my life.
No one has taught me more about life than my children. I never knew that a hug from a 4-year-old could actually cure a broken heart. I was blown away to find that a hand drawn card of you as a stick person holding a little stick persons hand could undo any stress of a day. I was shocked at how hard it is to teach someone multiplication, without saying the words, “because 2 x 2 is JUST 4.” The words, “because I said so,” have actually come out of my mouth even though I swore as a teenager I would NEVER say that to MY CHILD.
I have been busting with pride at 2nd place spelling bee’s, lost softball games, play ground fist fights, lost teeth, sharing, picked flowers, first jumps off high dives, rock climbing fears conquered, the expression after a first front flip in gymnastics.
I’ve been mad enough to fight at broken hearts, lost friendships, mean words, lost confidence, shattered self, sisterly rivalry, crayon on my walls, broken lamps, destroyed clothes.
But all in all, even in parenting’s darkest hours… when at wit’s end… they have this ability to do things… look at you… with those eyes… with your eyes…. you stand there, looking into a mirror…. and you fight the urge to laugh and cry… and you just love them. The very best that you can.