It wasn’t brain surgery, but it sure hurt
Lately, our children’s personalities are emerging and…and they are really really strong. Tonight on the way home from an adventure to the grocery store (actually I hit the grocery store, the boys- including Wayne went to McDonald’s to play while taking advantage of their wifi), the boys were chattering.
And, for some reason, the endless chatter starts to un-nerve both Wayne and I after an hour or four. The questions they ask, they answers they either accept or lead to more questions and their incessant inquiries as to where we are, what we are doing, why we are doing this and that and what we will do next just starts to really bare down on us after a while.
This has been an everyday occurrence as of late and Wayne and I both become annoyed with ourselves for not being more patient. But, we also wonder what in the world is wrong with these children? We’ve really gone through times of beating ourselves up over our lack of patience for their zeal for life.
And, tonight, tonight on the way home from the store, it dawned on me, we raised these children. We fostered these little beings personalities and now that we’ve started this, we don’t like it. How can we not like our own children? It’s not that we don’t like them, it’s just that we can’t figure out how two little beings, two little minds can have some GREAT BIG PERSONALITIES?
It is emotionally draining to just spend and afternoon with one child answering question after question regarding the who, the when, the why, the where of every minute of every day. These children want a play by play narration of the upcoming days events. And, me, I’m tired, I just wanna let life happen, but these little bitty people with these great big personalities are having none of that.
And, so, on days like this, we feel guilty because we are glad when bedtime comes around and we can relax. The next thing you know, I’ll be snuggled up to one of them in bed wondering how in the world I ever made it without them?
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