Kids can be weird sometimes. Weird as in they can act like the sweetest, most adorable little angels that ever walked on the planet and then suddenly make fart noises with their mouths in the line at Kroger, or choose that moment in Target when you’re desperate to get out of the store to have a massive meltdown in the cereal aisle.
I love hugs and kisses, but I’m just jaded enough to be cautious of what little trick might be up my childrens’ sleeves. Pretty sure embarrassing mom and dad might be one of their best natural talents. Do you think perhaps there are any colleges that have scholarships for that?
It’s worth checking into, I think.
Both of my older kids are very nurturing and kind, most of the time. They are always saying I love you, or saying “you’re pretty mommy,” or “you look like a zombie princess, mommy.” I like to think those last two mean the same thing.
I’m not always a great parent. I can be selfish and short, and I find myself hangry (hungry and angry at the same time) more often than is socially acceptable. I try not to do it often, but occasionally I let myself focus on the bad things in my day, and if I’m not careful I can sometimes get stuck in my head circling with the negative self-talk and I really beat myself up about it. There isn’t much but time that can really pull me out of it. Once though, I guess Nolan and Leah caught on to how I was feeling and gave me hugs and kisses unprompted, out of the blue. That perked me up really fast! Those sweet moments, though unpredictable, and peppered out through the ups and downs of parenting make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I guess I couldn’t have been too much of a screw up if those two are part me, right?