The Things We Do For Love

“Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things we can give to them is unconditional love. Not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children.”

- Rosaleen Dickson

You ever find yourself so aggravated with your kids that you just want to run away and hide? It happens to me all the time. In fact right now, it's 11 PM and my daughter is still not sleeping. Grant it today was a big, exciting day! Our annual zoo trip. But what that means for mom, is that she was up until 1:30 am the night before and back up by 6 and has been a constant go go go since then. All I want is for her to relax and finally fall asleep.

It gets me to thinking, why do I get that stressed? Why can't I just relax? Calm down, take a moment to breath? I let it go so long that I keep my cool, and then for awhile I just so easily flip my lid to the point that I just can't even come up with my own new phrases. I'm just sticking with the same ol same ol humdrum run of the mill phrases. 

Crikey I'm not even making much more sense. We'll leave it at that rather than filling in my own words of wisdom on parenting and love and patience and all that hunky dory bullspit that doesn't even come to mind. This tired chica is hitting the sack. Perhaps I'll touch on this again, when I'm not so tired.

Sit Back & Laugh

"Every parent will have their breaking moment, where the only thing they can do is sit back, shake their head and laugh at the mess."

- Babers

I have many of these moments.  Often they come at my own fault. I was in the shower just a bit too long, I was busy making supper, I was sitting right there and watched it happen.  Okay so the last one takes a bit to own up to, but I'll admit, it happens. 

Sometimes I get so intrigued by my children that I swear if I let them, they would tear the house down.  Tonight, I had one of those moments.  My daughter who's just shy of her second birthday grabbed the open bag of cereal off of the table, a bowl from the kitchen counter where it was drying (mind you, she had to push a chair from the dining room into the kitchen in order to reach it) and preceded to make her way over to sit down on the treadmill.  She then poured herself a bowl of cereal, spilling everywhere I might add, looked at me and said, I'm a kitty and then leaned over her bowl to eat. 

Of course she made a mess, I now have ground Honey Nut Scooters under and around the track of the treadmill, but the way I look at it, the Scooters can be vacuumed up, who's to stifle her imagination.  I certainly won't.  I love to watch her progress.  She amazes me every single day.