Children are amazing, loving, curious, hilarious, wonderful
people that warm our hearts and give us renewed priorities and purpose. They
are reflections of our own personalities. They are gifts. But sometimes, they
are the worst.
A final tantrum at the end of a long day, an early morning
wake up call demanding breakfast in a tone I’d never dare use with my own
parents, or a display of stubborn persistence in front of total strangers, are
just some of the things that have had me turning to my better half and plotting
a unique revenge.
You see, I have just 12 short years to plan the easiest way
to get even. Just wait for the awkward, self-conscious teen years. Just you
wait.
I will be the most embarrassing mother the world has ever
seen. I will print t-shirts with your photo on it and wear them to all of your
athletic events. And I won't use a current picture. I'll use that adorable
photo from your first bath. I'll wake you up every morning just as the sun peers
over the horizon with that bowl of cereal you’ve been screaming about. I'll
give you hugs and kisses in front of all your friends. I will cheer the
loudest, tell the punniest jokes, and brag and exaggerate to everyone about
everything you do.
I get it, you have rough days. It's hard being three.
Everything is new, nothing is built for you, and you don't know how to manage
when you're hungry, tired or adjusting to change.
But there's one thing that will never change. I’m your mother and I’ll always
love you. Even through the meltdowns, I will love you. When you're at your worst, I will love you harder. And if that means
through your teen years you'll be embarrassed by it, well then that's just an
added bonus I can look forward to.
While Big Bro is busy with all of the ups and downs of being three, Baby Bro is now eight months old!
At 8 months, he likes: scooting everywhere, pulling to stand, playing with his bro, taking baths, babbling, snuggling, smiling, eating and being outside.
He dislikes: diaper changes and teething.
