Everyone has at least one physical feature that they get compliments on. In my case it happens to be these gorgeous green eyes of mine. I've also been told that no one would even remotely think I ever had a child with the body I currently have. That's one compliment I'll take any day.
Neither of those things matter, though. The one thing I get compliments on that flatter me the most is my parenting. I am very lucky with Alexa. She's a very laid back, easy child. I can take her anywhere. I can say no and she listens. All I have to do is give her a look and it'll stop her dead in her tracks. She knows that actions have consequences, even at the age of just about 3. Time outs are rarely used in my house, because there is simply no need. My child behaves like a saint, and me being a hard ass is paying off. I don't want a child who runs around shrieking like an animal threw stores and resturaunts. I want the child who everyone fawns over because she is so well behaved, and it's exactly what I got.
I am a damn good parent, and I love it when other people take the time to compliment me and recognize how well behaved my Lexi is. It means much more to me than any compliment on my physical self.
Surprising no one
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So I was sitting at the dining room table, feverishly
always-sometimes-rarely-nevering, when Paul asked me if I wanted something
to drink. "Please," I said...

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