Today, my boys are behaving in a fairly abnormal fashion. They are playing. Using their imaginations. Pretending. Having fun. Being nice to each other. I’m weirded out. This is strange.
Well.
What is it that has changed in just a matter of a few days?
I was just about ready to give in to their challenges. I was semi-prepared to become the mother that lets her children get away with murder. A woman who sat and watched as her kids became tragic shells of what they could have been. The type that is too frazzled to care. But then…
The behavior fairy comes along and *POOF*. Enter well behaved children.
Granted, as soon as I publish this post I will have jinxed myself. My crazy, goofy, beautiful banshees will return. Maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll get a day or two. But I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, they will be back.
I can only hope that God grants me the wisdom to accept the fact that it is a wondrous thing to have children that don’t resemble robots. That don’t conform. That don’t bend to someone else’s will. That don’t break under harsh criticism. That are individuals.
I’m so glad I have the privilege to watch these small versions of myself become the people that they are meant to be.
This motherhood thing is the truest of true loves.
The men in my life
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I wish the behavior fairy would come and turn mine back into a good baby instead of the monster toddler she’s become :-\
sending her your way! watch out though, she poofed mine back into monsters pretty quickly.