The Cuddle Bear handed me a Thanksgiving Present. She had worked hard on it, just for me. I looked down at my hand. In it was a small, cut-out circle of posterboard with a little smiley face drawn on it in crayon. I smiled and opened my mouth to thank her. Before I had the chance, she said:
This is for you, Mom. It's a mouth cover. You can put it over Princess's mouth so she can't bite your hand. Maybe you should keep it in the car, for when she screams.
This is my fear: that the environment I raise my children in will grow bitter, resentful, angry, twisted adults.
This is my hope: that the environment I raise my children in will grow compassionate, proactive, loving people.
Which one will it be?
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This one made me laugh out loud. My son told me the other night when our two year old foster son was throwing a tantrum upstairs while my 4 and 6 year olds were trying to go to sleep on the couch downstairs (the only 'quiet' place in the house), "I wish we didn't have a foster brother. Or I wish that he wasn't screaming so I could sleep." Hmmm...for a six year old, the two options were equal. I don't know why that cracked me up. I guess it's good that parents can laugh instead of lose our minds.
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