Quite the Handfull: Kids

As a mother of three kids I can tell you that each child is unique and truly one of a kind. When all three of my kids get together, it gets intensely difficult to handle them. This is especially true when their father is gone. At times I feel I shouldn’t have had so many children because of all the pressure and trouble they cause. But I think it’s a little too late for that.

My kids would often come up with such amazingly creative ideas that whenever they were stuck on some kind of problem and came up with their solutions, I would literally be amazed, wondering where that brain power came from. For example, The other day my youngest child didn’t do his homework and was being scolded by his teacher. In an attempt to make up an excuse, he told the teacher that he didn’t have time to do his homework because he was busy planning a surprise birthday for his mother and that everyone was invited (including the teacher). When he came home to tell me about his plan I was certainly shocked. It was such a surprise and I didn’t know how to remedy the situation. But by that time it was impossible to call every single person and tell them not to come to my party and that it was all just a lie made up by my diabolical son to get out of being scolded by his teacher.

My husband and I both agreed to not get angry and calmly remedy the situation at end. We knew that my son was on his last straw with the school and if they found out about his lie he would probably get expelled. So we went along with his plan. We spent the entire night preparing food and the usual party pleasantries. I would attend the party of course, and put on a great act as if my sons plan was actually for real. Hopefully, things would work out.

The next day is a day I’ll always remember as one of the most hectic days of my life. I made sure to make enough food to fulfill the needs of my guests in case the number that came exceeded the number I thought would be showing up. Luckily I did because a lot of people showed up, more than 50 actually. My house was positively filled with people and I felt as if they were here for a replica sale. I even felt like I was hosting a replica sale. The kids gave me really cute happy birthday cards and all in all, the day went pretty okay.

This is just one of the incidents I am telling about my youngest son. There is so much to tell about the other too. But whatever is said and done, they are angels who I love more that I could have ever loved. I just hope that they will change with time for good.