It's Not Just My Kids

While in Michael's the other day, my son was being a bit rambunctious. He was suffering from toomuchenergyitius and was running around not listening to me and I started the counting routine with the requisite if I get to 3 … On the next aisle over, I heard another mother laugh and say, “I glad it isn’t just my kids” and we both started laughing. As embarrassing as it is to admit, sometimes, I am glad that other kids act up.

The notion of perfect parenting & perfect kids is just not real: Kids get tired and stubborn, parents get cranky. My kids don’t always obey everything I ask and I am glad that they don’t. My tween is starting to question what I think – which while sometimes is not appropriate gives me a glimpse into how her mind works. It is irritating, sad and comforting all at once to know that she is thinking independently. I am not sure about my son’s hearing capabilities, but I am still trying to bottle his energy, I figure if I can do that he will be set for college.

I am posting this entry but am also going to ensure my tween doesn’t read it until she is 30, which with the way she is growing, my very well be next week.