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Maybe I’m Just Ovulating

By The Boss ⋅ November 5, 2008 ⋅  Email This Post ⋅  Print This Post ⋅ Post a comment

I love my kids. LOVE them. But the past few days, I have loved them so much that my eyes literally well up with tears and my heart fills with pride every time I look at them.

I could not have been more proud of Zion last night as he mischievously ever so sweetly fed the dog pieces of his barbecue sandwich under the table, and when he saw me seeing him he just smiled this big smile that immediately threw me into some sort of emotional state where I just wanted to squeeze him till he popped.

That’s my general mood, I just want to squeeze them! I find everything they do adorable…more adorable than I normally do. They can sense it too. Zion is starting to run when he sees me looking at him for fear I might pick him up and kiss his face till it’s numb.

Maybe it’s because I know they are growing up BEFORE MY VERY EYES! Everyday that passes they are getting bigger and needing me less. Aidan is already talking about when she’s a grownup she can do stuff all by herself and she wont need any help. Mind you, she still insists on living with us because she doesn’t want to get married and she’s afraid of the dark. So that does bring me some comfort, but we all know that the moment she’s 14 she’s gonna realize that we don’t know ANYTHING and she’s just as safe in the dark without us, safer even, and that moving out right then would be her best option. Fortunately, I don’t plan on teaching her any life skills and that might slow her down just a little.

I am just full of all this extreme pride and joy where every thing they do, even the the things they should not being doing make me so happy. I just wanna have their faces put on billboards across the country with the words “I fed the dog my barbecue sandwich!” I mean, don’t you think it’s adorable? Wouldn’t everyone else agree they are the most amazing creatures ever put on this planet?

…OR maybe I am just ovulating.

Tags: children, ovulation, parenting