I love our kids, there's no doubt about that. I cannot imagine my life without them.
I love it when I see their smiles and their eyes lit up when they're excited. I love it when I hear them laughing. They do very simple things that really brings joy to my heart. Any stress or problems I may have are forgotten when I hear them laughing even for a short while.
I'm proud that our kids took my illness in stride and accepted whatever pains or challenges I had especially during chemo - hair loss, fatigue, too sick to play with them, etcetera. I'm sure they were confused (and probably still are) about my illness, the questions were endless but what mattered most to me was that they (and Mark) were with me every step of the way and love me no matter what.
One benefit I have since I got sick was that I have the chance of spending more time with them especially this summer. I really enjoy watching them learn how to swim, play basketball or play silly games with them. I feel their joy when they are having a blast at the rides at a fairground. I also cherish the moments when they've achieved something be it big or small. Something that I might be too busy to notice if I'm working. They're growing right before my eyes.
But don't get me wrong, our kids are no saints, like other children, there are days when they test our patience. When they are whining, bickering, fighting over toys and constantly complaining they're bored, I ask myself when am I going back to work? Two boys are a handful. Thank goodness we only have two. ;)
Even if there are days when they drive us nuts, we still love our kids very much. They have a knack of making us laugh or say the darnest things when you least expect it. Kids will be kids and we won't have it any other way.
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