Children

As I sat next to the tub tonight while my daughter happily played in the bubbles chattering about this, that and the other thing my mind drifted a bit. Not because she was prattling on but rather because of *what* she was saying. She is one insightful child and I listened in awe as she went on and on and on about things.

I thought to myself "It's so strange that she is three years old. I have a three year old and a six year old. Weird."

Yes I know, it's a big ol' "duh" but let me explain. It's so strange because when I thought about having kids I thought about having "babies". Cute cuddly babies. Crawling babies. Barely walking and talking babies. I think most of us do. Babies. But babies grow up (far too quickly, I might add) and then you have these amazing human beings. They have their own thoughts, their own set of reasons and wants and needs and desires. They have their own goals for themselves (well - you know...goals like "I really want that from Santa. Write it on my list, ok Mom?" or goals as in learning to ride a bike to catch up with an older sibling or how to play a new video game. Not adult goals but child goals. Age appropriate goals.).

I am stunned sometimes when I look at my children and realize that we made them. I mean - I actually grew these incredible people inside my body. Isn't that trippy? We can grow human beings.

What was my point? Oh right - children. They are amazing. I just love the ages they are right now. It's perfect. I love the way they play together and interact. I love how casually they talk with each other without a need to involve me in their conversation. It's so strange and so wonderful.

Or maybe it was the menthol vapors from the Johnson and Johnson Soothing Vapor Baby Bath getting to me. :)