I like my kids. I know, shoot me, it's not cool, I am supposed to complain and kvetch about them. They are supposed to drive me to distraction. (or to drink Starbucks mochas) And sometimes, they do (and I do). But lately...
MY KIDS ARE FUN! They are really cool little people, with their own thoughts, dreams and ideas. My 4.5 year old tells jokes. Want to hear one? Are you sure? Ok, you asked for it.
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: To get his butt runned over.
Genius, isn't it? She has also been asking me so many questions. You name it, and she asks it. Why? Why? Why? Lemon Pie. It is fun to watch her mind work.
My son, well, they should call it awetism because every time he opens his mouth, I am truly in awe. I wish I could remember all the great things he says, but they are light years from how I think. He is a visual-spatial thinker, like his father. I am not. So he tends to make connections that I haven't even thought about. I am fairly cerebral, love to read and learn, but this kid blows me out of the water. He comes up with analogies out of the blue. I know, now I have your curiousity piqued, and I am not going to deliver because as I write this I can't think of a single thing he has said! I swear, I need to start writing this stuff down. How can I blog it if I can't remember it?
My oldest daughter said something today that came from left field. I have never said this, nor has her father, but it is no secret where our political sympathies lie. Today at the craft store, we walked by a flag and my daughter said:
"It's I pledge allegiance to the flag...not "and to the Republicans for which it stands!"
She's 12! But she is a pretty deep thinker already. A week or so ago, I watched a funny video from You Tube. The guy involved was trying to coax high school girls into signing a petition to end "womens' suffrage.". They were signing! This was supposed to be a School of Excellence! They were clueless! Not my daughter. She said, "Hey, that's voting!" Can't get anything past her.
So I am really loving my kids lately. If you came here for the snark, never fear, probably tomorrow, or if not tomorrow, the next day I will probably want to flee from my house. But I am going to sit here and soak it in, marinate in my childrens' love and respect, and let my heart be tenderized as I catch a small glimpse of who God created them to be. And maybe, just maybe, tomorrow I will remember and I won't snark quite as much.
T, who finds more to like about my kids everyday