I’m a firm believer in you can’t pick your parents. I know some people are shouting at their computer screens in disagreement, but that’s okay. We’ll agree to disagree. I believe there is a Native American proverb that says we do pick our parents. But I also think there’s a Tibetan proverb that says we’re sent here to teach our parents something. I’m way more in favor of that idea.
So, what are the Noodges here to teach me? How to be a Noodge, perhaps? Probably not. And if you ask my mother, I’m sure I did just fine in the Noodge department when I was a kid. But my sister did a better job! Just saying, Sis.
In all seriousness, what am I to learn from the benefit of being in the company of my children?
Patience? I know I’m supposed to be patient, but I can’t figure out how to do it well.
Kindness? I’m supposed to be showing them how to be kind, but sometimes they floor me with a random act. Usually for someone outside of the house. If only they could practice a little kindness on each other. Okay, I’m asking for too much. I know.
Does that mean they should be teaching me moderation? Or no expectations? Well, that’s not working out. Did you read about our family vacation?
So, what am I to learn from them? Love. Unconditional love. Simple. And it was the easiest lesson to learn. There were no books needed, no tests to take. I just had to take one look at them and I was hooked. And every time I see them, I learn it again and again. That lesson never gets old. I suspect it never it will.
What have you learned from your children? No children of your own? Then what have you learned from someone else’s?