The truth. Or "The rest of the story"

Do you remember the radio program that used to be on i remember it from childhood as a deep voice saying "And that is the rest of the story" ? Well this is motherhood "the rest of the story"

You know those days when the kids are a nightmare (its sounds harsh but you know what I mean) you have no energy they have too much; they are just in the mood to fight with each other and spill things and ruin clothes and toys and your nice white china? Those are the days when nice compassionate people come by and tell you/remind you that you will look back and miss these days when you’re kids are older.

And you like to be reminded that you will miss these days because hey, at least you can tell yourself all about it as you sweep your mashed china off the floor right? At the same time perhaps you kinda wonder if that’s true… Well I have wondered at least. And now I know “the rest of the story” (please read that last part in a dramatic booming voice) .

A few months ago I was out to lunch with my two boys and my grandparents. They were treating us to lunch (it might have been my birthday, or the day before my brother left on his 2 year mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints)But the reason is not important. It was one of those times when my kids were especially boisterous and difficult to please with food or coloring books (or anything in the diaper bag) and my grandfather said comfortingly  “it’s tough but you will look back and miss these days…” to which my sweet and totally angelic (for real she is pure sugar candy)grandmother responded “really? I DON’T!” . You can imagine my face: Shock *gasp* confusion* I finally got the words “really grandma?” out of my mouth and then she explained. It made total sense she remembers all the food caked onto the high chair and the muddy screaming kids. Back in those days dad did more of the playtime stuff with the kids then house work, so grandpa just remembers piggy back rides and catching bugs in the yard.

SO after the shock subsided and after I consulted with my mother I have the ANSWER , you either don’t miss it or develop selective memory (you only choose to remember the good stuff,… like maybe when the kids are asleep). The End

Before you think I am turning into a pessimist ... don’t worry… I’m not (I know I really had you fooled just now) I love my kids and being a mom.

Here are some watercolor pictures to prove it:

oh and a picture of Mitchell's awesome Lego tree (he made this during conference). 

Have a happy Thursday people!