Dear Daughters

Dear Daughters

 I have always been the stubborn one.  I would cut off my nose despite my face more times than I care to admit.   On top of being stubborn, I'm also a bit of a know-it-all.  The two combined is quite the combination!  Growing up, I made my opinion known regardless of the subject.  My personal filter was never very good.  My brain was a sieve...  whatever came to mind, I blurted out.   This has caused me to alienate more than a few friends over the years, and caused some discourse with others.Although I have these self professed "character flaws", I have chosen to embrace them and love myself despite these shortcomings.  I have also worked quite hard on thinking before speaking.  I have so many great qualities that I cannot dwell on the few that suck. 

  I have always had strong opinions, and there are few topics that I'm more passionate about than parenting my girls. While I was first pregnant with Miss B, I have very strong beliefs on how things were going to go.  I would have a drug free deliver to a healthy baby boy. He would never chew anything plastic, would eat only organic food, be exclusivly cloth diapered and breast fed. He would have all natural crib matresses and watch hardly any t.v.    And I was stubborn on these issues. I was vocal about it all because  I was convinced I was right on all the above topics.    After our daughter was born, I was the first one to let her chew on plastic.

  I have accepted that it's okay to change your mind.  It makes you a bigger person to be able to admit that there is a better way of thinking and doing things.   The only thing in life that is constant is change.  Nothing will ever stay the same forever.  Once I would have held steadfast in my beliefs no matter what, dispite even contrary evidence presenting itself thus proving me wrong. Well, then I might admit that I was wrong, but you had to prove it.    Now I'm quite sure that there are many people out there that has figured out how to do things a little better than I have.   I had to admit that I was wrong. And I'm okay with that.  I'm wrong all the time.  And that's okay because I'm right a lot too. 

  Our house is filled with plastic toys. Everywhere.  You know why?  Becuase kids love it.  They love all the primary coloured plastic pieces things that  light up and make noise and ruin the decor scheme I worked on for years.   They love chewing on them, and putting them to bed, and dancing around the living room to the  music coming from the toddler piano.  The t.v. is on, the disposable diapers cover my daughters bums, and it's all good.  I changed my mind.