Let Them Be Little

Kids grow up fast, real fast. One moment they are sitting in the back of the car singing the ABCs, then next moment they are singing ‘hot line bling’. If you think about it, childhood is just small portion of life, not even 10%…I’m not sure who decided that childhood should be so short, but whoever made the decision, they totally got things backwards.

As parents, we want to raise our children to be functioning members of society. We want them to be good people, to know right from wrong, to think before they speak and not to pick their nose in public. As parents, it is our job to teach our children these things, especially how to use a Kleenex.  Of course, the earlier we start to teach our children, the better, the more we teach our children, the better, but remember, they are only children for so long, and sometimes we just have to, ‘let them be little’.

Sometimes I have to stop and think about what I am teaching my kids; is it such a bad thing that they are jumping on the bed? Or painting their faces with apple sauce? Or wearing no pants? Do I need to tell my kids not to do these things? Will they be bad people if they jump on the bed? Will they not understand right from wrong if they paint their faces with apple sauce? The answer is no, they will turn out completely fine. The no pants thing will have to stop at some point, but while they have cute little tushes, might as well let them roam pants-free.

So next time you are going to use the words, ‘no’ or, ‘don’t do that’ think about why. Relax the rules and let your kids enjoy being children, doing the things that children do, because before you know it, they will be all grown up, and wearing no pants won’t be so cute anymore. It takes a change in mindset to ease-up on the discipline, but it is such a beautiful thing to watch your kids run naked through a fountain without a care in the world, or laugh like crazy while jumping on the bed. So let them be little, because they are only that way for just a little while.

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The Bosses of Me

When they tell you your life will change when you become a parent, they weren’t kidding. In fact, it really isn’t your life anymore, it is now owned and operated by your new boss, your child. That’s right, you have just given birth to your boss.

I have two bosses who are now 5 and 3 years old. They are erratic, often they do not agree on strategy – or who can use the pink bowl, they can be aggressive and they yell…a lot. They are very demanding and have high (and sometimes unrealistic) expectations, they don’t pay well, but the benefits are extraordinary.

My bosses have changed every aspect of my life – they have changed my alarm settings to an ungodly hour, have allowed for an increase in the laundry quota by 10-fold, have made it acceptable to watch only Peppa Pig while I do my work out and have integrated cheese into every menu item I serve. I thought about forming a union, fighting for my rights, but after thinking about it long and hard, change is good, right? Actually, it is amazing, and I love cheese so I really can’t complain.

On the other hand, my bosses LOVE me, which is a total ego boost. They have confidence I can get the job done with minimal support, although they are known to follow me around, even to the bathroom. They are really easy on the eyes, which forgives most of their shortcomings and they have been known to give the odd bonus, which generally comes in the form of a few scribbles on a piece of construction paper, but they are worth waiting for. Occasionally, they accept some of my advice…very occasionally, because they believe they are always right.

I could not think of a better job, being a parent. It has been the most fulfilling and important career I could ever imagine. Sometimes I need a little reminder of that…especially while I am tackling mountain laundry.

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