Sometime while I'm driving I'll see some 16 year old driving beside me or at a stop light...and I think to myself....a child has stolen a car...he/she can barley see over the wheel...where are their parents?!?
And then I promptly remind myself that I am driving a minivan...I have two kids in the back seat strapped into their seats...I am a parent. Obviously I never forget the fact that I am a parent, but I mean come on...those kids look like they're 12..behind the wheel... I too have been in their shoes...but of course I looked like I was at least 20..right?! Nope, I'm sure I looked just like them...acting "too big for my britches"as my mother would say.
So, my point is that sometimes these little moments in time happen where I realize that I'm a mini driving mom, just making her way through the day, making comments about teenage boys walking down the streets with their pants below there asses...really boys?! Do you think it looks good and for the love, no one wants to see you underwear...and then this thought turns into thoughts about how in not too long, before I know it, these boys will be on my door step wanting to "hang out" with my daughters....I hope the style is higher pants by then...I don't know if Craig will be able to control his inner thoughts. We can hope.
So, this random cluster of thoughts is about not being shocked when I see a reflection in a store window of me rocking out in my mom van, I embrace it. I am honored that we were chosen to be Taylor and Kira's parents. They make us better people, they remind us that we are not perfect and that's okay. They love us unconditionally and we love them the same.
Having children is something that we don't take for granted...however we are human and naturally sometimes we do that subconsciously. I love when a moment happens that puts me back in check and I realise that we need to be grateful for every moment and for healthy kids...It just takes a moment to put us back in our places. This morning my mom sent me a text telling me about a documentary she was watching about sick kids, or the article I read in the news paper this afternoon about a family with a very sick father and daughter...and their dream to take on more trip together as a family. I have my health, my husband and children are healthy. I am grateful...
A couple weeks ago I couldn't attend Taylor's field trip to a pottery painting store. My sister Tina took her for me as a special outing for the two of them. Tina told me that she painted a mug, and the store fires it and we were to pick it up from her school later.
When she went to school the week after and brought home her mug she had made and It was beautiful...I told her that she did a wonderful job on it and the I asked her if she was excited to have her very own mug to drink her hot cocoa out of. She smiled and said "no mama, I made it for you to drink your coffee out of in the morning!" My heart melted...I even cried a little...in my minivan...holding the ULTIMATE mom gift...a mug, hand painted just for me! It's beautiful, my daughters are beautiful....it's a beautiful life!
