Thursday, March 26, 2009

The Best Things In Life Aren’t Things

I found this while cleaning out a bunch of old papers and wanted to share it before I pitched it (trying to get rid of stuff).

This describes why I love for my kids to nap on me, why I stay home with them, why I snuggle close to 2 of them at night while growing another in my body and having another 2 not far from me in their own little bedroom.

This describes why I’m constantly giving things away and why I didn’t freak out when a neat bowl we got for our wedding got broken last week. You can certainly tell by the things in my home that I’m not a decorator and don’t care about how my furniture looks to the world as long as it’s functional and can stand kids jumping on it. Mom has always told me I don’t know how to take care of things, and she is right. I lose things. I break things. Yes, that is a fault.

But …

I’ve never forgotten my kid in the car when I went in to a store. I’ve never left my kid at a place because I forgot to pack him or her in the van. I may not take care of things, but I take damn good care of my children and pretty good care of my poor, often-neglected husband.
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