My little Heroes

This is one of my husbands favorite sayings. (Sorry, I can't remember who wrote it.) I felt compelled to share this after a heart warming afternoon spent with my "little men."

The mysteries and science of cooking. The care and nurturing of a found snail. The awesome power of a tickle. And just how fabulous and handsome you can feel in a new pair of eye glasses.

My sons are my delight, my wonder, my world. It's interesting that after I became a parent I no longer really cared as much to what other people thought of me. I no longer felt a need to take up emotional time in my life keeping tabs on it. I guess the insecurities of youth went by the way side. My life is richer and more peaceful because of it. The interesting part is that it matters a great deal to me what two little dirty kneed, chocolate smeared, sassy and vivacious little boys think. There are many times when I would prefer to do something a little less dirty and a little more "grown up" but taking the time to allow them to discover all the fascinating possibilities of life is what I now hold dear. Do they think I am kind, patient, loving, understanding, fair? Those questions are what now occupies my inner thoughts. What a great trade. There is no better gift than a huge hug and kiss out of nowhere and a "your beautiful mom, I love you" from your Sons. Well OK, its not so bad from your husband either! (: Sometimes it hits me just how great my life is...

My children actually greeted me at my bedroom door very early yesterday morning and sang me a "Goodmorning we love you, what's for breakfast" song while dancing their little legs off. Talk about a great start to your day after I took one moment not to be irritated that it was six in the morning and I was going to have to head for the kitchen to cook before I even had a chance to make some coffee.

I guess that's what I am continually trying to learn, thanks to them. Lighten up, have a little humor, dirt isn't the end of the world. It is my constant struggle to gain more patience, understanding and humor. I was not overly blessed with it at birth. BUT I no longer care if my nails are perfectly manicured at all times but whether or not we have an ample supply of sidewalk chalk and antibacterial soap. Instead of all the time handwashing my delicate and expensive clothing I now spend my time turning out pockets of hot wheels cars, special rocks and poorly departed bugs. I am not complaining. I hold great value in each and every moment of it for what it has taught me.

Slow down. Take a breathe and enjoy the moment in front of you for what it's worth. The best thing you can do for yourself is to make someone else laugh and feel loved. You may be surprised at just how much pure joy can come to your life by shaking your booty at six in the morning doing the blueberry pancake dance!