Kids Will Be Kids

Kids will be kids. What exactly does that mean?  Tonight, to me, that means they don't care.  They don't care if they live in a pigsty. They don't care if they have toys.  They don't care if they have nice clothes.  That made me think.  DO they care?  Maybe I just tapped into the truth here which would be fantastic and cheap for me!  Maybe they DON'T really care how nice their surroundings are and that is just something we learn.  These things I've mentioned are all very material.  Maybe the DON'T care and we would be better off taking the cue from them.

I'm not saying that we would all be better of living in a dump.  Living like most of the world in fact.  But I suppose if we got rid of most the extra things we have which is, well, most of what we have.  We would see life for what it really is.  If the girls didn't have dolls, strollers, kitchens, etc they would have to use their imagination.  They could actually enter the world of make-believe.  Remember that world? Everything looked better in the world of make-believe.  The stroller had the fabric that I wanted and the food was exactly what I wanted to serve. I have to admit even the cigarettes where fantastic, they came in different colors (crayola to be exact).  (I've never smoked a real cigarette but I pretended up a storm.) I used pretended that I had braces too.  I'd put pony tail holders in my mouth in front of my teeth.  You know the ones with balls on the ends?  It wasn't so fun when I ACTUALLY got braces but I had a ball pretending.  I remember pretending that our couch was a car.  My mom would let me use a wooden spoon that would serve as the shifter.  I'd stick it between the cushions and anything round would work for the steering wheel.  Heck sometimes I would just IMAGINE the steering wheel!  GASP!  I still can't drive a manual transmission by the way BUT I drove like Mario Andretti when I was a kid. Not one ticket, although I was pulled over a few times.

All the threats in the world don't work to get my girls (mostly) to clean their room.  I'd have a better chance, that's to say it would be easier, to let it go if my youngest, most impressionable little girl wasn't sharing this room with the other two.  I'd say fine be a pig but don't ask me to come in there and give you kisses goodnight.  I wonder, would that do any good?  I think not, they would just accept that as reality and kiss me before they went to bed. Kids are highly adaptable which is unfortunate sometimes.

If you haven't guessed I've had "one of those days" with the kids.  Today I would like to trade them in for a trip to the most beautiful place on earth. Not sure where that is but I know that there aren't any kids living there.  If you are reading this and you are the mother of two or more children you understand where I am today. You also understand that tomorrow is another day and tomorrow the most beautiful place on earth is right here with my three biological children and 2 bonus kids. (Got that bonus thing from friends, thanks Cuellars)  But tonight I'm going to dream of a land that is quiet.  It only has clean houses, bubble baths, thousands of books, fabulous food that is already prepared (and doesn't make you fat I might add) and my husband.  (In my dreams he only knows how to say, "I agree dear." and "You look ravashing!")

Tomorrow (or even in the middle of the night) I will wake up to one of my beautiful children who need my compassion, love, devotion, patience, kindess, gentleness, self-control....wait a minute...this is starting to look vaguely familiar....dang it... I hate it when God does that.  He's up there laughing right now.


(If you don't understand "the joke"...go get your Bible...even the most pagan (lol) of my "family" have at least one Bible...I am almost sure of it...look up Galations 5:22-23. Okay so if you don't you can click the link...GEEZ....LAZY!)