I thought we had kids so that we could teach them!
I've since discovered that the reason we have kids is so they can teach us!
And I can't wait 'till my kids grow up and have kids of their own so they can start learning what I'm learning now!
Because it's awfully one sided at the moment.
I love
my kids. Nikki and I have been blessed with 3 - currently all under 5!
The reason they are so special to me is because a Doctor told me when I
was 25 after my kidneys had failed, that I would never be able to have
any of my own.
Let me tell you about them.

Natasha's
four. She's going to be Prime Minister one day - so her kindy teacher
told us. ... By the way, that is not a compliment - it's nothing to
brag about.
It just means she's belligerent, determined, selfish, bossy, and
doesn't listen to anyone. She's also very persuasive, charming, cunning
and knows how to get her own way.
As soon as she wakes up, Natasha is like a tornado that sweeps through
our house each day. She hits the floor running at 5.30 every morning -
including weekends and holidays leaving a trail of disruption behind
her. She can't sit down and be quiet for a second. She doesn't simply
watch TV - she acts it.
She
takes the lead role and then drags everyone else in to act out the
other parts. In "Beauty and the Beast" She plays beauty. Guess who gets
to play the beast?
I have
to transform myself into a handsome prince while she swoons beside me
throwing imaginary rose petals at me, ending in a romantic dance around
the imaginary ballroom floor and a passionate kiss. (Urggh) How come
kids always have runny noses? Then
there is Olivia. Olivia is one and a half. She has big adorable blue
eyes, bouncing curly blond hair, and a beaming disarming smile, which
never leaves her face except when she has something important to say.
Like, "Bor" (which means (?)... ball); "Shhh" (? Shoe); "Diddy" (what
do you think? ... - Dog! and "Diddy" yes Daddy - me! She's cute,
adorable, and so undemanding we almost forget to take her with us .
And then there's me ol' mate Benjamin.
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Ben is 3 months old, and the first boy to be born in our family for 21
years - poor blighter. Now every time he goes anywhere all his cousins
want to do is pick him up and play dolly with him.
But his two sisters love him. You can tell. When he's in his bouncer
they love to rock it. Which is a good name for it. Whenever our back is
turned they like to use the bouncer as a launch pad - pull it right
down to the ground and let go. We learnt something too which for the
sake of future generations we thought we should pass on. Like
good parents we tried to prepare our toddler for the arrival of the new
baby. We went out and got her a "baby" of her own. A "real-life" baby
doll with eyes that open and close. Olivia adored it and was fascinated
with the eyes - she's spend ages playing with them with her fingers ...
Ding, Ding, Ding. It was only when Benjamin arrived home we realised
we'd made a terrible mistake.
At her
first opportunity to check this thing out she went straight for the
eyes - Ding, Ding, Ding! We can't take her anywhere where there are
babies. You should see the mothers in the Plunket waiting room as our
little darling systematically goes round poking their baby's eyes out.
I love my kids.
They're
hard work and they're a challenge - and I make plenty of mistakes. But
sometimes I win big - like the times I took 'Tasha on a Ski Trip, and
an overnight hike in the bush - just the two of us. Great times ....
making memories. And they have taught me so much. They've taught me
patience. They've taught me to about gentleness and self-control. We
used to yell at them a lot at first. Thank God we don't do that
anymore.
There's no more yelling in our house. They've taught me about love and
what selfishness is. You know, I found the only time I got angry was
when they got in the way of my agenda. What I wanted to do. And they
have highlighted what sacrifices my folks made for me when I was a kid.
Last Christmas I wrote a tribute to my parents. I wrote down all the
things I was grateful to them for. I typeset it, had it mounted on a
photo and
At her
first opportunity to check this thing out she went straight for the
eyes - Ding, Ding, Ding! We can't take her anywhere where there are
babies. You should see the mothers in the Plunket waiting room as our
little darling systematically goes round poking their baby's eyes out.
I love my kids.
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