I watch and listen to them. I hear the mean things I sometimes say in frustration coming out of their mouths. I want to put myself in a timeout. I need to remember that the mean words they say mostly come from me.
I need to be aware that these babes are people and someday they will grow up.
Why have I given them? What skills have I taught them that will best help them? Sometimes I think that they get the good stuff from their dad, his work ethics, this CAN DO! attitude. I say "I can't" far more than I should. I will say it, then take a moment before I do whatever it was I just said "I can't do". Why? What is that teaching my children?
I know they see me doing things around the house, sure I can tear out a wall and rehang drywall, and fix plumbing. They see that girls can do anything boys can do. I can bake bread and sew and knit and snuggle and read them books.
And I have to remind myself that sometimes that is enough.