I am so selfish.
You see, I am not that great with little children. Don't get me wrong, I love them, I'm just not patient enough to be the kind of mother I wish I was. Ok, maybe it isn't that I'm not that great with them, I just don't really enjoy them as much as I would like to. I'm better with other people's little kids because I only spend a few minutes with them at a time. I'm so sick of the snotty noses, the crying, the whining, the diaper changing, blah, blah, blah, blah. It just really isn't fun to me. Ironic that I've had eight of them, isn't it?
On the other hand, even though I'm not a big hugger, I love to kiss and love all over my sweet babies. I love their wet kisses and their hugs. I love when I ask, "Who do you love?" and they answer "Mom!" I love it when I go into their rooms in the morning to wake them up and they are so happy to see me that they practically jump out of bed and into my arms. Man, I eat that stuff up. They must not know I have a problem, I must be doing all right.
You have probably heard me say how much I love having teenagers, well I absolultely do. Teenagers are the funnest ever. They like to do the things I do; we can talk like adults, enjoy the same movies and music, and we love to watch sporting events together. I especially love it that I don't have to interrupt conversations with questions like, "do you want me to wipe your nose?" or "Do you have a poopy diaper?" I hate it when I do that.
So, that is a reality check for those of you who feel the same way I do but have never wanted to say it out loud just in case someone was standing there just waiting to judge you because of it.
Having said that, I find babies absolutely wonderful and enjoyable when they aren't doing the annoying things that I have no patience for. I think it happens abouat 20 minutes out of every 24 hours. I'm glad Derek is two now and most of the yuckiness is behind me.
I have to go now, I know my 20 minutes of happiness today is going to happen any minute now and I don't want to miss it.