I have decided I don't want perfect kids...
I consider myself almost perfect (not perfect but just almost too good)
I don't like it.
My dad tells me stories of his childhood almost daily.
I love them and hate them at the same time.
See here is the thing I have been thinking about,
I have no stories I can think of to tell my kids that really make them think.. WOW mom that is awesome!
I can think of one risk I have taken in my life, that I could make a story out of...
now don't get me wrong I have a lot of stories I can tell but just not cool ones.
I want my kids to take risks,
yes they may get hurt
yep maybe they will get caught once in a while
maybe they won't be straight A students
you know what, I really don't care...
as long as I have kids that listen somewhat, believe in God, and grow up to be loving people I say, " have fun while your young!"
I want my kids to have stories...
stories about memories...
cool memories,
ones that mean more than a good report card or a perfect school year.
ones that will forever be evident
when all those report cards, and mathematical theories don't matter...
I hope they turn out ok :) ha
what do you think.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
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