Having kids teaches you a lot about yourself, both good and bad. You see the world through kid colored glasses. Here’s some things my little monkeys have taught me:
Always drive through the rain puddles at turbo speed.
Always enjoy how pretty the sunrises are.
Give someone a hug when they are sad.
Take time to notice something nice about a stranger, and don’t be afraid to tell them.
Bees are so nice because they give us honey.
Take the time to give the puppy belly scratches.
How to be brave.
That there is, in fact, a limit to the amount of questions I can answer before I lose my shit.
To be more accepting of other people, as we try to teach acceptance to them.
That mom friends are necessary for survival.
To sing at top volume, even if you can’t carry a tune in a bucket.
That I yell so much more than I ever wanted to or thought I would.
How to teach boys to potty train. ( I seriously will never get enough credit for this).
What pure, unadulterated pride feels like.
That you can carry 9.5 and 10 pound babies for 9 months in your body and not die, even though you want to and feel like you’re going to.
That peeing when you sneeze is a very real thing now.
They have taught me to push to be the best version of myself, so I can be the best Mama for them. I can’t wait until they are old enough for me to hold all these things over their heads.