They are just kids after all. And as I am so imperfect myself,
I try to keep that in mind while spending my life trying to shape and mold
(heavenly daystars, can you please obey me, just this once) these 3 small boys.
I think I've gotten pretty easy about picking my battles.
Because not everything I would like them to do truly matters.
Like tucking in their shirts to their school dress uniforms.
I prefer tucked in...they prefer askew, half tucked in, half pulled out
with a smudge of peanut butter located directly to the left of the clip on tie.
But this is not going to make or break them. This is what I tell myself.
So I sponge off the peanut butter, smooth down a few cowlicks
and off we go to school.
See? We're easy.
But there are a few things that we seem to have to work on on a very frequent basis,
things that matter and will get them somewhere in life later on...
things like clean underwear and teeth brushing.
These are non-negotiables as far as I'm concerned.
Several times I have come to realize that if I don't say to my sons,
"Put on clean underwear....EVERY DAY." That they are willing to let this slide.
They would be perfectly happy with wearing the same pair of underwear for a year.
I am convinced of this. And so everyday I still say,
"I don't care if you want to wear the same underwear everyday.
Out of consideration for those around you, change your underwear."
And they look at me with surprise
like this is something that has never occurred to them before.
The novelty of clean undies.
And with the teeth brushing, they seem to think that putting a small portion of
toothpaste on the tongue and flicking it around the general vicinity of the teeth counts as actual teeth brushing.
They come blow their half minty half pepperoni pizza breath on me as if to say,
"See, I am orally hygenic!"
But I have had to remind them, that no,
"You must actually use a tooth brush for more that 2.7 seconds and
you must apply pressure to your teeth with toothpaste ON THE toothbrush.
You know, that is why they call it "brushing your teeth"."
These are the battles that I fight here in my home.
And we are gaining ground. I am hopeful.
Just yesterday, the boys changed their underwear of their own accord.
Who knows by next year I may even have them clipping their own toenails.
Life is getting good.