Thursday, June 12, 2014

10 Things I CAN do now that I have children...

8 things you can't do once you have a baby

41 things to do before you have a baby

8 things you won't get to do once you have children


This is what I got when I googled, "things you can't do once you have kids."

And I get it.  I have frustrations sometimes.  Like not being able to go to the bathroom in peace, and needing to be home by 7:30 pm so my littlest one won't turn into a pumpkin.

But I'd say the benefits far outweigh the sacrifices I have to make sometimes.

And here's why...

10. When I see someone at Target that I haven't seen in years, I have an excuse to be dressed in my workout clothes, hair a mess, without makeup.  No time to get ready--I was chasing a toddler!

9. I can eat popsicles all summer long because my kids will not let me forget them when we go to the store.

8. I can make Lego cities and stack blocks any time I want.  And I'm guaranteed to have a buddy to build with.  Or to knock down my towers.

7. I can take naps.  Or just veg out and watch Scandal in the middle of the day.  Hey, if I'm going to be up at 3 am with a sick kid or a fussy baby, I have to get my downtime at some point.

6. I get to drive a van.  Nuff said (at least for you van-lovers like me).

5. I get to go on movie dates to watch flicks like Frozen.  And I can eat Skittles without judgement, because my date is chomping on Sour Patch Kids.

4. I get to enjoy all those favorites all over again--E.T., Goodnight Moon, Guess How Much I Love You, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and The Princess Bride.

3. I get to enjoy places like Disney World, Discovery Place, and the zoo through the eyes of my children.

2. I have a sense of PRIDE, like none I've ever known before.  We made these tiny humans.  They make All Star baseball teams, draw masterpieces, and their faces light up when I come in the room. They make me a better person.

1. And finally, the number one reason is...I understand Christ's unconditional love for me.  My children could mess up in the worst possible way, and I would still put my arms around them, hold them close, and tell them, it's ok.  My love for them has no boundaries.












Why do you love being a mom?


















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