I don’t understand …

… how you can be so averse to change that you’ll cry for an hour because we “made” you go to a pancake breakfast at church.

… how you can insist that you never, ever sleep, or how I can ever refute the evidence your own brain is giving you.

… how you can have so many opinions about what your brother should put in his picture, but be completely unable to choose which dress to wear today.

… how you can wrestle me to the ground, but cry when your sisters shut the door of their room as though it’s some kind of impenetrable barrier.

… how you can watch your dad play Super Mario Brothers for what seems like forever, but get bored after 5 minutes in the car.

… how you can insist that I’m a good mom, when I see so many missed opportunities to be better.*

… how I ever got so blessed as to have the three of you.

*This exchange was so sweet.  I checked out a parenting book from the ECFE library, and Riya asked me what it was called.  I told her, and explained that it was about helping moms and dads to be better parents for their kids.  She said, “But you’re already a good mom!”  Then I gave her a bag of M&Ms and $50.

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About Grape

I've got the world's best kids and husband. Great house, steady job. I'm living the American dream. The trick is to appreciate it. I'm working on that part.
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