Kids

Here’s the thing about kids:  they keep you humble.  And I’ve said it before, but it’s worth repeating: the act of becoming a parent makes you profoundly aware of just how much love you’re capable of feeling.   It’s life altering, of course.  Of course. (Duh.)

I like to remind myself of the fact that these two little guys have changed my life for the better, particularly on those rough days  – like today – when they drive me batty.

It’s interesting to me to think about how different things would be if I had become a mother eariler, or later, in my life.  As it stands, I jumped into the motherhood pool right around the time that I was getting a handle on my so-called adult life.  Just when I getting my land legs.

And then *woosh.*

Parenthood comes along and gets you all discombobulated again.  I guess it’s just life’s way of showing you that you’ll always have new things to learn, new roles to master, new challenges to face.

Because at the time, I was starting to feel kind of in control of things.  And then I became a mom, and slowly learned that as in control as I thought I once was, now…?  Not so much.  I have changed into much more of a choose-your-battles kind of gal, which, it turns out, I kind of like.

Plus whenever I get to thinking that I’m “all that,” I come home to boys who know, with absolute certainty, that their immediate needs, their accomplishments, their failures, are more important than mine.  For now, they’re right.