I never thought about having four children when I conceived (pun intended) of a family. I never thought about having three boys and a girl. I never thought about having one child from Vietnam. I know that this post wil pertain more to parents than to youth but this is the stage of life that I am in. I have almost 38 years on this planet and it feels like 42 because each first year with each of my children felt like at least two.
I joke with my friends that they are my little retirement plans because by the time each of them are independent adults, Suzie and I will not be able to be independent adults. I see great things in all of my children and I know that they will continue to be a blessing to me as adults, even if I don’t agree with everything that they do.
I do however question that last paragraph when I see my youngest try to eat dog food, or play in dog vomit. I question also when one of my children decides that the curtains are for swinging on. I even question their ability to live a viable adulthood when one of my children can’t seem to talk anymore without mentioning his private parts. Note to self, when you dare a 5 year old to moon someone be prepared for them to actually do it. Here’s to hoping that they will live to question their kids behavior.
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