I'd Never Let My Kid Do That

Do you ever want to go back in time and smack yourself?  I can't even count how many times I've had to eat my own words after I became a mom.  I've had to do it twice as much since I have two kids now.

I gave an exasperated sigh on the airplane when someone's baby was crying.


I was the one disgusted that your kid coughed in my kid's face.  Because, you know, my kid would never pass germs to someone else.

My kid was never going to have a snotty nose.  EVER.

My kid was never going to have a temper tantrum in public.

I was never going to motivate my kids with candy.  Well maybe sometimes...but not shamelessly like I do now.

They weren't going to be able to quote Toy Story in everyday conversation because they certainly wouldn't be allowed to watch tv enough to learn the lines.

I would never take my kid to nursery if he had a cough.  (In my defense, Emerson has a perma-cough and we would become inactive if I never took him when he had a cough.)

My kid would never play with a baby's toy when they weren't playing with it.  He would just know that even though the baby wasn't playing with it, the baby's mom would be totally disgusted that an older kid touched the thing.

My kid would never run around the gym during Midweek Activity.

My kid would never take a toy from another child.  Or hit or push them.

I wish I could go back in time and tell myself to chill out about a few things.  Don't get me wrong, I'm still not a go-with-the-flow type, but I think I will be judging others a little less harshly than once upon a time.  I can't wait to see what other words I have to eat once Sammi gets older and we eventually have more kids.  Who knows, maybe I'll even allow my kid to throw food or ransack someone else's diaper bag or wander around during church meetings.

Nah, I still won't.