I got the boys to school today, and when I came home I was picking up my five year old's socks knotted into a ball, smiling about how he was walking around yesterday with his arm shoved through the middle of the sock ball saying "do you like my watch?" Freaking cute. I can't make this stuff up. And then I thought about how much I love them at this age (5 and 8) and they'll get bigger, but right now, I can smother them with kisses and they still let me. And that I am in love with them. Yes, in love. I tell them so all the time.
I'm fricking in love with them. I'm like a groupie. I'll do anything for them. Which isn't the best parenting plan, so I resist buying them $60 worth of pokemon cards at the comic book store in our neighbourhood "just because". Okay, I try to resist. Okay I dropped $60 on each of them, $120 total, because I am a sucker for their love. But I'm working on it. But I digress...
I saw a Playskool commercial last night. A mom says "I'm in love with a rock star" and then of course, it's her young son playing the playskool rock and roll kit or something. Cute. And my initial reaction was "hey, she stole my line!" And then "good for Playskool" because it's about time we use the term "in love" with our children. As long as it doesn't get all Mackenzie Phillips...
I love Shakti Gawain. Do you know her? Living in The Light and Creative Visualization are books that I live my life by. She says, and I quote: "Falling in love is actually a powerful experience of feeling the universe move through you. The other person has become a channel for you, a catalyst that triggers you to open up to the love, beauty and passion within you. Your own channel opens wide, the universal energy comes pouring through, and you have a blissful moment of "enlightenment" very similar to the experience some people have after long periods of meditation."
So, I'll say it, I'm in love with my children. And rock on, Playskool. Telling it like it is. xoxo AMS
