Ya know, my mom could have said that many times to me. But she didn't. Well, not while I was growing up. She said it before I got married and she said if I got kids like me it would be a blessing. How's that for sweet? Maybe she had selective memory loss of my 15th year. It wasn't pretty.
Anyway, in honor of all that our kids don't understand,
I have been thinking of some things I hope my kids know. (They won't actually know any of these completely till they are parents, but it's my blog, and I can dream).
I hope they know that I actually am keeping score a lot of the time. I do try to give a make up call when I've been a tad unfair.
I hope they know that it's thrilling to me when they still aren't embarrassed by me and actually enjoy seeing me show up at school.
I hope they know that it wouldn't hurt once in a while to be thankful for all the time I spend volunteering (but I like doing it anyway) at their school.
I hope they know how much I sacrifice to limit my car trips for errands so we have enough gas to get to the away games they play in.
I hope they know that thinking of them needing me is sometimes just the thing that gets me through a tough day.
I hope they know how delightful the evening is when they go to bed on time.
I hope they know how delightful the morning is when they've gone to bed on time.
I hope they know that just doing it the first time I ask really is easier than arguing about it. You won't change my mind, you just make me more upset.
I hope they know I pray with all my might that they will live what they have been taught after they step out the door in the morning.
I hope they know how much I wish they had a cell phone - not for them, but to make life easier for me.
I hope they know that I've never been to Disneyland either, and I'm still alive and well.
I hope they know how my heart swells with pride to see them perform something they have worked hard at.
I hope they know how very much I love them.