My Kids Are Angels

...when they're with other people. Anyone else relate? I know you do because I've talked to you and we've shared the same sentiment. We've even languished together over our paradox.

Why is that? Maybe our kids are soo comfortable being around us they let loose and are without restraint. Maybe it's us. Maybe we scrutinize their every move that we don't see the good they do as easily as others notice. Could be a combination of both.

Possibly we expect more from them because, after all, they are our kids. In a way they represent us and our family. Their behavior reflects on us for good or bad. And maybe we just want some peace and quiet in the house and they don't know what that looks like because we are juggling so many balls.

My Mom and Aunt stay the night when my husband and I go away. I think they watch the neighbors kids. Because the kids they describe - those sweet angels - my husband and I don't recognize. Those angels they describe get out of bed and get ready for school without a peep being told to them. They do their morning routine early enough to even watch tv before school. ALL without being told once what to do.

Now when it's just us, there are several attempts to rally the troops out of bed. Then comes the circus of getting dressed. Let alone getting breakfast on the table and eaten; backpacks and lunch boxes packed; teeth brushed and out the door without huffing and puffing to get to school before it starts. Go figure!

Thinking about this I'm learning to cut myself some slack. In reality, if they are going to be angels anywhere I would rather it be with others. I will love them whether they act like the devil or not. Others love is more conditional. And that "p" word - "patience" - maybe that's what they need more of from me.

Love 'em and keep 'em  - angels or not - they are ours. It's a paradox of parenting.

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