growing up

When I had 3 kids under four years old I was busy, very busy. The days were long and sometimes it seemed like there was no end in sight.  I hated when people would see me and tell me “Enjoy these days, they go by so fast.” Yea, right I would say under my breath, easy for you to say. But at the same time I knew it was going by fast. I loved being at home with my kids. I am not saying I loved everyday, luckily that is not required for motherhood. But overall I was grateful to be there.

This afternoon, on our way home from the math tutor, my daughter C asked me this question: "Who would you have married if you didn't marry daddy?"

At this point in my parenting career I've learned a few lessons, one of which is that after your kids gets to be about six, it's impossible to pull the wool over their eyes. Maybe it's the tone of your voice or your averted gaze when you're telling that "little white lie"--I'm not sure--but somehow they always know when you're not being straight with them.