I made a lot of dumb choices, early in life (okay, fine, very recently too) and now that I’m older (never you mind just how old) do I understand that stupid choices, more often than not, lead to making better decisions, later on.
But, don’t tell my kids…not just yet…okay?!?
Oh, but I feel it safe to say that anyone who knows me (most especially, IRL) would probably agree: my husband is an example of a pretty gosh-darned good pick.
But, this post is NOT about him (you’re welcome, sweetie!) or necessarily even about me.
It is about my husband AND me, because a bulk of our parenting decisions have been based on stuff that we either:
- Experienced ourselves, as children
- We’ve royally screwed up, as young adults
So, we’ve tried to raise our children to be all the things that we were/are not and, at the very least, a mashup of our better parts, like:
- I like to keep things light and encourage self-depricating humor as an art form
- He is super smart and has good sense, especially knowing when to laugh at my jokes
You know, stuff like that. Teaching our kids how to take a compliment, not so much.