
I have a bad habit of looking around and only seeing those things that need to be done - never anything that has already been accomplished. It's not all bad - it keeps me looking forward and I'm not one to dwell on the past. But it does make me a bit of a picker. A close friend once told me something she learned from being the mother of a boy - that we mothers tend to pick at our sons... tucking in their shirts, wiping their faces, straightening their hair. We have a tendency to look at them with a bit of a critical eye, primping and adjusting until all is right. That has always stuck with me, and sometimes I do discover that I am interacting with K1 by wiping his face, reminding him to cover his mouth, pushing his underwear back down below his pant level. As far as boys go, particularly given his propensity for all things crazy and wild, K1 is a pretty put together kid. So sometimes, on my best days, I just slow down and let him keep that smear of chocolate across his cheek. I don't reprimand him for wiping his nose with his sleeve, or (sigh) sneezing all over me. Instead I just wrap him up tight, snuggle all the crazies out of him, and relish the fact that I get to be the mother of this complex mix of rugged, sweet, intelligent, whiny, thoughtful, kind, boisterous, loud and happy gift from the heavens.
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