So, sometimes we find ourselves amplifying our kids’ strengths, sometimes we find ourselves lamenting our kids’ struggles. Often, in this day and age, we are seems to be reluctant to be okay seeing the truth in who they are, because there is so much pressure to present a good front. I say poop to that. I think my kids are awesome, and I think I am happy to know them for all that they are. And I adore them, and they make me nuts.
My kids are (in no particular order) :
And this list is incomplete, and that’s fine, but I go on record that they rock and confound me every day. And I’m okay with that. What are your kids like?