I feel kind of embarrassed to say this, but since becoming a dad I honestly believe that I have learned more from my brats than I have taught them.
For instance, it took having my boys for me to realize that the smallest things are truly some of the most worth while things, like a patch of grass after a month or two of snow or a mud puddle to drive trucks through.
The other day, The Pizzmeister shined with joy while waiting for the bus to school all because there was a tiny patch of grass that he could stand on while waiting. To me it was nothing more than a muddy patch of ground with a little grass on it, but he recognized it as something new and exciting that needed to be celebrated.
So, we did a dance on the only patch of grass in our yard.
Then as the snow continued to melt and more and more muddy patches showed up his excitement continued to grow.
He didn't see it all as mud to be dreaded for the mess it makes, but as so many opportunities for fun. There are puddles for splashing in, puddles for jumping in, and puddles to drive his trucks through. "Dad, this is almost as good as Christmas," he exclaimed this morning.
I didn't get it right away, and I said, "Oh,come on, buddy! You're making a mess!"
"But, dad, it's worth it! We're having so much fun!"
This made me stop and think, and you know what? The brat was right, it was worth the mess we were creating. We were having fun and living in the moment, and that is so worth any of the mess that might come up.