Parenting: Kids Step on Your Heart

My grandparents and parents always told me that when your kids are little they play on your feet; but, when they are grown, they play on your heart. I can see my babies treading on my feet, but I couldn't imagine how they would tread on your heart.

"Can we lick the mixing bowl and spoon", after that homemade peanut butter cake?

Or, " Jonny took four bites off a 'Brown Cow" and I only got 3".

I was daddy, you see, but I still feel the bouncy feet of my babies on my shoes. They weren't problems that King Solomon had to solve, put they were fanciful, dancing problems that daddy had to solve. I enjoyed any game we found to play; badminton, over the house, tether ball; any thing that made me get a good hug.

Bath time was fun because we only had a shower. My daughter was first because she was only four at the time and for some reason (such at playing with the soap) it took her longer; plus she had this long red hair that was difficult to wash. We made no big issues about anatomical differences or why girls had to sit and boys had to stand to pee. It was just accepted.

Babies dried and dressed in their fleece PJ's and tucked in under a "101 Dalmatian" comforter their grandmother bought for them, made for a beautiful evening prayer that I won't share with you except it included " Marshmallow Man" from the movie ,"Ghostbusters".
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We thought that was hell, didn't we. " When they get older, we'll have more time for ourselves...hah'.

I'm certain there are grandmothers reading this right and saying, " It ain't over yet and it don't get over 'til the clock stops tickin".

Don't ever say what you won't tolerate, because Crow ain't good and it certainly ain't nutritious. And of you will eat it. If you stand your ground and forbid it. Your child will pay for it with peer pressure. If they get a job, it's their money. Even if you charge them for rent and food...Know who they'll blame? You.

There's nothing more upsetting than a houseful of people, or a houseful of grownup people that are supposed to be there, but aren't....especially if it's people you love. If it's a family get-together, take them a plate; go by and say , " I love you". If you can 't say it; and many people can't; just stick a card in the mail. No one has to know.

Speaking from experience, " Do everything you can to make that person know, or feel, 'I Love You".

Grandma was right when she said, " When you get old, your kids step on your heart."