Friday, September 17, 2010
Some people look at me like I'm crazy when they learn that at 41 years old, among my Seven kids is a 2 year old, and a 5 month old.
It's not surprising. I've heard many parents openly express the thought that small children can drive you nuts.
I'm not entirely unsympathetic to the idea.
However for me, especially lately, my little ones tend to have the exact opposite effect. If anything, having young kids in the house is a bit therapeutic.
Take yesterday, for instance ...
a bit of background: We've got an inspection coming up at work, so the hours are getting longer. My brother's wedding is in a week, so we're getting ready to embark on a plane trip to Florida. And to top off an already stressful week or two, we had a couple of unexpected bills show up.
So not unexpectedly, I arrived home at about 5pm in a bit of a grumpy mood. I was ranting and raving about some silly thing ... and Ana (proving yet again why I love her) was not ranting back, but simply listening (albeit with the obligatory rolling of the eyes). At about what I would have estimated to be the halfway point or so of my little hissy fit, I happened to look in the other room and see Jaiden sitting on the couch ...
I stopped whining, walked into the living room, and announced to Jaiden that I was "the tickle monster".
We spent just about the next 5 minutes or so just laughing, giggling, and taking turns being "the monster".
I eventually walked out of the living room feeling about 200% better than I had just a few short minutes earlier.
I am so thankful that I have kids.
p.s. this is not an idea I was unaware of ... in fact, I've even written a blog post about it before ... the concept is called smile therapy