My favorite thing about you is:
How you challenge me.
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Oh Buddy. If I had a dollar for every time I've uttered those words this
week month year... Yup, you challenge me. Both of you. All the time. Often times I need to remind myself that you do this because you're thinkers, you don't just accept things, you want to know why, and you're convinced that at 3.5 and 5, you know best. I get it. I was am just like you. Eerily just like you, so I can't fault you. But that doesn't mean that I don't get frustrated and have mom moments that I'm not always proud of. We've been doing a lot of butting heads around here as of late, and it's frustrating and tiring and most importantly challenging. For you, me, Dad, all of us. Challenging to keep up with you, let alone stay a step ahead, challenging to remember that you're learning and figuring stuff out, challenging to be the best mom I can be when I just want to shout, stomp, throw a tantrum just like you.
It seems like odd number years are the ones we have the most difficulty with, and in having my kids so close together, respite from the "odd years" is short and sweet. It seems at three we are challenged with broken listening ears (the polite, mom term for bad listeners), still lacking words to express emotions, and an independent defiance. At 5, we've hit the sassy pants age, and I'm only a little joking when I tell you that I'm truly afraid for what the teen and tween years hold for us. Oi. We have sarcasm (I know where she gets it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it), back talk, and eye rolling, oh my.
All of this, challenging. But I'm challenging myself: Hold my temper, Use my words, and Be a good example. The parent that I am to them is the parent they will become to my grandchildren, allowing me to influence generations of little humans, what an impact for someone who is "just a mom".
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