My children are perfect.
I know. You don’t believe me. It’s crazy, right? But really, they have been perfect recently. I am embracing it while it lasts.
Usually one of my children is perfect while the other presents some challenges. For the past week or so they have both been perfect.
Yay! I want to freeze these moments of perfection. I am not going to mention clothes thrown on the floor, unmade beds, or dirty dishes in the sink. How important are these minor details when my children have been so pleasant, so loving, so endearing to behold?
Believe me… I am the first to admit to problems. On the other side of the coin though, I can also revel in the good when it presents itself.
I am reveling right now.
I remember when my children were much younger — two and four, three and five, even one and three — I would think that nothing could ever be more perfect. They smelled so nice. Their skin was so gorgeous. They wore whatever I dressed them in. Well, at fifteen and seventeen they are just as delicious to me as they were back then. There is nothing like being a mother. It is definitely the best move I ever made (followed by marrying my husband!!!).
So, even if I fainted on the floor in a restaurant last night and hit my face on the counter, I am feeling lucky today. Mega Millions anyone?