This week has been more then a little challenging. I’ve been working 12 hours every day. You, Bean, have been perfecting your independence and fighting me every night at bed time. And you, Scorch, are dealing with all the craziness by pulling out some crappy behaviors that have been getting you in all sorts of trouble. We’ve all yelled at each other and we’ve all cried.
But we’ve also laughed. Played baseball. Make impromptu ice cream runs. Cuddled on the couch watching funny movies. Told each other that we love each other more then 13 cups of chocolate milk or 129 pieces of pizza. Read some books. Colored. Swam. Helped each other. Been kind to each other. Loved each other.
I pray when you think back to your childhood you remember all that good. I hope you don’t remember the fights and clashes because even though they seem to have dominated our lives this week, our family is so much more than that. Bean- your independence infuriates me, but it thrills me as well. You have no limits and I can’t wait to see where your self assurance takes you. Scorch- I detest the fact that you screamed “I Hate You!” at me last night, but damned if I wasn’t proud of you for using your words and telling me exactly how you felt. I may not have liked it, but that passion of yours is one of your biggest assets.
Even when I’m flat out furious at you both, I love you- there is absolutely nothing you can do that will change that. I will always, always love you- even more then 453 pieces of chocolate.