And that got me thinking of some other things I never would have experienced if it wasn’t for my kids, like:
—watching a CAT scan up close. Twice. Once for each kid. One for each concussion.
—realizing that slamming your finger in a car door is scarily akin to labor pains. I’m not kidding. I had physical flashbacks. Shudder.
—discovering dust bunnies and totoros exist and falling in love with My Neighbor Totoro, which is now one of my favorite movies of all time.
—how scary it is to watch someone faint with their eyes wide open. My daughter does that. My mom tells me I do too. Payback, I guess.
—hearing giggles that make you finally experience what it means to have your heart explode with joy.
—being on the other side of “I told you so.”
—being on the other side of the birds-n-bees conversation.
—being on the other side of a lot things, actually.
—finding out that teeth can get clean knocked out. Really, not a drop of blood on ‘em.
—hugs that melt all the worry and fear out of the world.
—the horrible realization that kids really do pay more attention to what I do than what I say.
—a love so fierce and deep that it actually hurts.
—finally getting how much my parents love me—and a better grasp on how much God loves us all.