While I can easily get annoyed as I literally walk in circles picking up toys, cleaning marker lines off the couch and carpet, picking up empty baggies once filled with Goldfish, wiping bums, wiping noses, letting the dog out, and vacuuming up nail clippings from Millie’s self manicure, my goal is to ignore the negatives and keep positive.
I have the greatest kids I have ever met. Seriously. There are a few of my friends’ kids I love and would steal in a heartbeat. If my kids weren’t my own, I would rent a blue van, hide out at their school and lure them in....and they would be mine.
All mine.
Only, I would have to share them with Trevor....the greatest ever husband, father and best friend. In the terms of Grey’s Anatomy, Trevor is “my person.” I call him when something big comes up I need to talk about. I call him when I have a great riding lesson. I call him when something funny happens. I call him when I make a fool out of myself working out. I call him to say I love him. I text him to say I love him...only most of the time it comes out “I live you” to which he replies “I live you too.”
I love how unique each kid is. And yet how similar they are. There are blatant things that set them apart, yet there is an underlying kindness in each and every one that is so evident to me on a daily basis. My goal as a mother is to have kind kids. I think I'm on the right path. At the club yesterday, a sitter/friend told me a mom was watching Murphy play with her little daughter (about Charlie's age) and said "I so wish I had a Murphy at my house." He melts my heart. He is really good at being a five year old boy. He is really, really good at being a sweet, sweet kid. He holds the door for me. He holds the elevator door open for me. He does the same for anyone around. He puts the toilet seat down.
Blessed. Fortunate.
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