As the mom of a 3 year old daughter and a 16 month old son, I never could have predicted that my children would end up being the single best teachers in my 30+ year lifetime. Not only have they taught me patience, priorities and compassion, but they also manage to remind me on an almost daily basis how it’s the simplest things in life that are the most important.  Simply put, my children are my reality check and my most beautiful accomplishment.  While my business card might read “Director;” When people meet me for the first time and ask me what I do, I always say: “I’m a mom.”  The rest is just what I do to make our home, child’s education, cars and vacations possible. 

With this new perspective on life ever-present since the birth of my little cuties, it really should come as no surprise that my daughter’s maturity extends beyond her tiny 3 and a half years.  Case in point: On Easter, she went sledding with her Dad and cousins.  Her sled overturned her and sent her crashing down into the ice-encrusted snowbanks onto her sweet and precious little porcelain face.  The result? Enough cuts and bruises to leave her delicate little features so swollen and bloody that my heart began to race and my body filled with a rush of adrenaline so great that I felt numb as my husband rushed into the house and handed her to me.  Adding to the horror, was the blood soaked shoulder of his white ski jacket.  Even amidst the commotion, my daughter remained the level headed one.  I raced to the bathroom to assess, clean and disinfect the damage. 

Once the bleeding had stopped and things were under control, I took her in my arms and began to cuddle her.  My eyes filled with tears as I told her that I was so sorry that this had happened to her…  She gently pushed me away from the hug and said “Mama, why are you so sad?  My bobos are not forever.  My body will heal them soon. You always tell me that the body is made to heal.  Mine works too, right?”  “Of course,” I smiled and laughed a nervous giggle.  “So then don’t be sad.  I’m okay, it just looks a little bit bad. Okay?”

Yup, it took a 3 year old to remind me that scratches are superficial and the body was indeed designed to heal itself.  While this is only but a small example of the many insights into what makes life “real” when you have children, there are countless others that present themselves each and every day.  Which is why I don’t wan’t to miss a single opportunity to say thank you to my very own Little Einsteins for putting things into perspective for this lucky Mom!

Looking forward to tomorrow’s lesson… ; )

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