I love to watch our children. It is really fun to see all that they do. Their potential amazes me. Everything that they know and all of the things that they can do just blows my mind.
I don't ever want to come across as one of those obnoxious parents who has to talk about how great they think their kids are compared to all of the other kids around. I do, however, want to be a parent who will see the good that our kids do and rightfully recognize them for their goodness.
I am incredibly grateful for kids who are giving life their best shot. I understand that they are as imperfect as are other kids but I love what they are trying to accomplish.
Their sense of humor is refreshing and openly welcomed, in our home.
Becky and I were laughing at the genetics that run deeply when looking at mine and Danny's legs. Becky asked Danny to turn around so that we could see the back of his calves. Becky said that he had my legs. She said to him that he was going to grow up to be like me. She asked him if that's what he wanted. He told her that that would be okay except that dad's hands are all broken up like this. He lifted his hands into the air to show Becky what his hands would then look like. Translation: I'm not flexible at all. The older I get, the worse it becomes. When I straighten my fingers and position my hand like I am about to give somebody a 'high five', my fingers are somewhat bent, and no matter how hard I try, my fingers do not straighten out. We about fell over laughing at his honest response to all that we were talking about.
Our other three children are equally as wonderful. I love their personalities and their goals. Every day is a celebration of something else that good that has happened. I'm all about success! As should we all be. HOORAH!
