I knew the day would come. The day when my girls would start attempting to use their words to try and get a rise out of me. I know this because I did it too.
I remember, very distinctly, yelling “I hate you!” to my Grandfather when I was a teen because he just didn’t get what it was I trying to tell him.
Shameful, I know.
I always followed it up with a letter that apologized (while also continuing to justify whatever point I was attempting to make) because I felt terrible. After the fact.
Apparently, he still has a folder with all of these letters filed away for my reading pleasure. He has yet to turn them over to me, but he LOVES to tell me that he still has them. But, I digress.
Fast forward to my girls – currently, my oldest is nine and the twins are four and a half. I have a few things that I do to show love that are ‘just mine’. One of them includes telling them, whenever the moment feels right, that they ‘make my world a better place’. They usually follow up with a nuzzle deeper into the nape of my neck as they drift off into sleep or a peaceful embrace before running back off to play. It’s the one statement I have said over and over to them over their young lives.
Well folks, today they turned that one around on me.
I knew this day would come. I knew they would go here at some point.
We had an issue with tablets turning them into monsters, so I took them away. I also told them they would have to take a nap if they didn’t stop being disrespectful with how they were speaking to one another, and to me. How did Char, one of the twins, respond?
“Well, then we are not going to make YOUR world happy!”
So, I replied calmly (while trying hard not to smile, because it was a smidge entertaining to see her trying to get a rise out of me), “well, you will always make my world a better place, and I will always love you – even when you’re being a less than stellar kid.”
And then, I contemplated wine at 1pm in the afternoon.