If I was....

If I was a 22 month old monkey, where would I hide the battery to my mom's cell phone?
If I was three, what could convince me that new underwear is better than princess pull ups?
If I was four, (almost five!), how could I learn to feel safe and comfy enough in my own skin that I could quit sucking my fingers? (Because I really don't want braces!)
If I was six, how can I learn to take care of my things?! (Or at least remember where I put them?)
If I was eight, (almost nine!), how could I learn to enjoy who I am without worrying about what my friends would think? (and maybe realizing that friends who can't accept who you are might not really be friends.)
If I was ten, how could I learn to balance my life and take responsibility for my own choices? (and maybe, care a little more about how what I do now affects my health later?)

Sometimes, trying to put myself in my kids shoes leads to an ah-ha! moment. A lot of times, it just confuses me more. I pray every day to make a small impact on my children for their long-term good, and to find humor in frustration, peace in anger, and other emotional paradoxes. Most days I have a moderate amount of success. Some days I wonder why children have to act so much like children, but for the most part, I'd rather be around them than adults.

What if I was 22 and getting married again? Is there anything I would change?
No. Not really. I've been blessed.