Children are like dogs. Or are dogs like children? Or are MY children like dogs? My kids are messy little creatures leaving trails of crumbs everywhere they go. I have no idea where the crumbs are coming from. It's like a continuous flow of cracker crumbs... but I never really see them eating crackers. Nutella sandwiches, yes - crackers, no. I liken this to dogs shedding their hair everywhere. Am I correct?
Regardless of their crumb-shedding (and ability to destroy a perfectly staged home in less than 3 minutes), I love them more than than the Skyy Vodka in my high-ball glass. Here's my motto: my children mean the world to me, but aren't my world. Meaning... I have a life outside of mothering them. It's good for all of us.
My children are like dogs in another way.
They either like you. Or. They. Don't.
They like S... a lot... and I really, truly believe she likes them. I mean she just doesn't like spending time with me and they are the bonus feature. She likes them individually, and knows a bit of each of their personalities already. It's not just that; she WANTS to know more of them. And I believe her when she tells me that. I've been told in the past that a girlfriend wants to "know" my children and I don't think I really believed it in my bones. I wanted to of course. I could tell my children didn't really want to know her either.
With S, I've asked the kidlets about spending time with her, referring to her as my new "friend" and they are super enthused about it. They like her more than me at this point. Normal. I get it. I'm not fun. I make them do things like push in their chair and brush their teeth, and S takes them to the store and buys them yard toys. What's not to love?
I was extremely nervous about introducing them. But the
dogs kids helped reassure me that everything's going to be okay. I've learned a lot from my kids. I know I'm supposed to be teaching them super important things... but lately I feel like they are teaching me.
Last night they taught S to play UNO. I love them. All.