Things that keep you humble and knowing your place in life…

Hearing your daughter tell you, “When I’m a big mama, I want to chew gum, drink Diet Coke, and have a big butt!” or “Mama, when I’m a mommy can I have a big butt too?” (Is there a theme going on here, or what? )

Or how about realizing that blowing “razzies” on your two-year old son’s belly leads to embarrassing moments like these: (In the grocery store check out line, said son lifts his shirt and yells at the top of his little lungs) “Blow me, Mommy!” (Yeah, that’s a “sink-through-the-floor moment…) Said son is now 19, and running “Captain Obvious’ Chunks of Wisdom” – yes, he did survive that one!

Or here’s one to keep your hubbies humble: Hearing your 4 year old autistic son (who is fascinated the red and orange balls on the power lines to warn planes) repeat over and over “I see the red balls!” Getting tired of this, said older son and Mommy try to teach him something new, not realizing how this will backfire on them: “Aidan, can you say pink balls?” (thinking ANYTHING but red balls red balls red balls….) Aidan: “I see Daddy’s pink balls!”
Meanwhile hubby about chokes and runs off the road, hearing that. Luckily…we were not around other people. Somehow I don’t think that one would go down too well with his comrades at the local police department!

And yes…somehow we manage to survive our kids…I think.

More things that just feel really good:

-Making a GOOD Hot Lobster Roll, Connecticut-style – in Colorado! (Yeah, it’s on both lists – it’s THAT good! ;p )
-One ice-cold beer to go with that hot lobster roll!
-Soft kitty-cat cuddles complete with purr and kneading
-The smell of little kids’ hair right after their bath (even if my daughter’s DOES smell like wet dog…)
-Feeling small little warm bodies curl up around you and on you as you watch Tinkerbell for about the 25th time in 7 days – knowing that these moments won’t come again
-Watching these little blurs of energy run and play in the park – and wondering where the heck MY energy went!
-A hot cup of coffee and time to write and process after doing hard therapy work
-Having hope that somehow, some way this will all come together
-Writing poetry that you know will be appreciated and understood
-Having someone listen to your worries and your plans, your hopes and your dreams, and knowing they’ll be there for you.
-Learning more about yourself – and growing (and to keep me humble: Learning that there’s a LONG way to go! ;p )
-Curling up with a really good book, knowing you have time to really get into it without interruption.

Any more?