Other people’s children. I read about them in the many magazines that show up at our home. I read about their amazing stories, their victories, their trials. Every month I read new ideas, new methods, and new tales of joy, happiness, sadness, pain, anger, and triumph. Everyone’s got one – a story that is. I have a story. I have a trove of stories to tell that are just as amazing and funny because they happened to me! And frankly, everyone needs to hear them. My mind shouts out for the amazing accomplishments of my children to be heard. My children are special, different from yours and cuter, better, and smarter. In my head I know all these things can’t possibly be true, and yet I still believe them. Why is that?
My kids are the most amazing, advanced, sophisticated, and well behaved children anywhere. Even if I don’t always believe it, and don’t always witness my children being amazing and sophisticated, I know I am the only one who can be my kids’ biggest cheerleader. There’s probably purpose in these feelings. I want my kids to know I see them that way. I want them to feel a desire to excel. I want them to feel they are important enough to excel. If I don’t believe in them, certainly no one else will. Oh, there are many people around my children that care for them and love them. But I am their mother. I am the one that sees all the embarrassing stuff. I am the one that really knows their weaknesses. If I can still believe in them, even after all is said and done, they’ll be able to believe in themselves.
So shouldn’t I spend a little time bragging? Shouldn’t everyone? Look at the dozens and dozens of magazines about parenting, all filled with cute, darling, funny, embarrassing, silly, and poignant stories about other peoples children. I have those stories! I want to shout. My children are smart! My children have overcome odds! My children do embarrassing things! And so I champion them once again.
My stories should be in magazines. My stories should fill libraries. My kids can do anything. Come on, share your stories. I want to hear them!