Children are gifts...

or are they a cosmic practical joke?

I love my kids. I can prove I love my kids because they are still walking around this planet.

There are days where I shake my head in wonderment as I try to decipher where they came from.

They day they are born, you learn a love like you could never imagine before that moment in time. They then start walking and talking and you wonder why nobody warned you what was coming.

You have to remind yourself kids are kids. They're going to do weird things, they're going to eat weird things, they're going to say weird things, and then they're going to do things like you do. That's when you scratch your head going "do I REALLY do shit like that?" Then you realize, you do.

Suddenly,you realize all those times your mother said "I hope you have a child just like you" has come true and in some cases, many times over.

What you don't realize is that your spouse had the same conversation with his/her mother. So not only do you get children exactly like you, you get them exactly like him/her too.

Double whammy. When you come to this realization is when you find your addiction in life. For some it's booze, for some it's books, or painting, or running away from home, or the computer...the list goes on and on.

Don't shake your head like you don't have one. You do, you just haven't realized it yet.

It's ok. It's how you get through the multiple stages of their lives and come out on the other side still alive.

Keep finding ingenious ways to keep your sanity!

~Kim