I see all these cute, well behaved kids everywhere and I wonder… What the Hell is wrong with mine?
They have these moments where they are the cutest, most angelic beings ever… kind of like the gremlins started out. I don’t know if I missed the rules somewhere along the way, but it’s like someone stuck them in the shower, gave them a Big Mac at 12:01 AM and then threatened them with bright sunlight. (PSA – If you have no idea what I’m referencing, you are clearly younger than me and please culture yourselves by watching Gremlins.)
Yes, my daughter is in a bathing suit in front of the Christmas tree and my son is wearing one of her ballet shirts. I just go with it, people. These moments are rare little jewels, and while their daddy may lose his mind over Boy Wonder being dressed in girl’s clothes, I am ecstatic that they are getting along and I don’t see any blood.
I feel like the kids and I are in a constant struggle, battling each other for control. Who will reign supreme? Ask me tomorrow.
I really get down about it sometimes. I see other children actually listening to their parents. I volunteer at the girl’s school every week… that class is full of well behaved children (including my own!) Target this afternoon: More well behaved children. Then I talk to other parents. I read blog posts written by friends and written by total strangers. I realize I see only a glimpse into the lives of those other children. To be honest, my children are generally pretty well behaved in public. At home is where they give me their fits.
What if that’s the case with those well behaved children I keep seeing everywhere? A classic case of things aren’t always as they seem?
Maybe my children aren’t as well behaved as they could be, or should be, but are they really any worse than anyone else’s? Nah. I think we’ll skip baths tomorrow anyway. Just in case.