What a thing to say!
But it's my job to think my kids are awesome, and when I was recently asked to quickly state five things I think, 'my kids are awesome' was up there.
|We had to quickly write down five things I think (and various other lists of five things) at a creative writing workshop I went to recently. These were mine. My apologies that some of it is illegible.|
I wasn't trying to convince myself, but perhaps I was trying to solidify that love for my future, because what she didn't know, and what I only then suspected, was that a year later I'd be marrying him to make myself a new family.
A little objectivity might have been a good thing.
So what about 'my kids are awesome?' Is that a prayer? Am I trying to convince myself?
Nah. They are awesome. They're maddening too (I shan't list the ways), and if they were someone else's kids I'm sure I'd find them more annoying than I sometimes do, but beyond being family, I really like them all as people.
|Me and Mr 10. I'm not sure whose hair is cooler.|
|Miss 8 and one of her favourite rocks.|
|Miss 5, eating a chocolate rice cake. The cat litter tray is in the background of this pic, but she's still gorgeous.|
So yes, my kids are awesome, and if I repeat it it's because I know we have to grow apart. They must survive the horrors of puberty, and come of age. They have to think that their parents are boring to help them make that leap out of the nest, in time.
I want to hold on to the good in them even when they're driving me crazy. I want to always be a safe refuge for them when times get tough.
Why? Because my kids are awesome.