I'm not a big gamer. I play here and there, but it's not the first thing I would do given the chance. However, we got WII Sports Resort for christmas, and though I don't love all the games, there are a few that I can get lost in. There's the 3-point shooting contest, and ping pong. I think I like them because I own Kelcey...most of the time. It rarely happens so I have to gloat when I get the chance. I also love good old fashioned Mario Bros. Those games are classic. They will be great games til forever because they are simple, and fun. Remember the first time Nintendo came out? I still remember playing it in Texas with my family. Jaaromy beat the entire Super Mario Bros. game before anyone, and I remember thinking he was AMAZING!
Okay so enough of that.
So more things I like sleeping children, not because it's finally quiet in the house, though I LOVE that too, but because they sleep so soundly. They do not have a care in the world. The things my kids get most excited about when waking up is "special" cereal, or Saturday morning cartoons. So simple, and yet so exciting. I remember being a kid. Life was just easy, and I never doubted who I was, or where I was going. My dreams were a reality for me. And I could care less what anyone thought about them because they were mine. And I KNEW who I was!(just reiterating) Somewhere in my life things started to get harder. It wasn't my environment that changed, but me. When was it that the opinions of others started to matter so much? Or that great things could only be accomplished by "those" people. I'm thinking the shift happened somewhere around 5th-6th grade. Suddenly what I looked like, or what I had wasn't good enough. That girl had better hair, that girl had straighter teeth, that person has more money, that person has more talent, that person is going places that I'll never go, etc. When did those ugly voices start to get so LOUD?! I guess none of that really matters, the "when" stuff anyway. Honestly, I have complete control of my attitude, and whether or not I listen to those negative thoughts. I can still have my dreams, regardless of who or what tells me I can't. And I can still sleep soundly at night and wake up excited about "special" cereal, or a tv show. I can still be a kid, not childish, mind you, but get excited about the simple stuff. I think I do:) I get a little passionate about things, okay maybe more than a little, but that's me. I've always been that way. And I've always been driven, where to always depends on what I listen to (good or bad thoughts), but driven none-the-less. And a dreamer always and forever a dreamer. And sometimes I yell at my kids, and can be a little over the top, but I LOVE them fiercely. I LOVE being a mom. I can be pretty crappy at it. I'm not sure I ever say the right thing, or act the right way, but I love doing it. I love that I can deal with puke and poop, even if it gets on me. I love being able to laugh at myself, or think that farting is funny, and gross, but funny still. And I love being silly and speaking my mind. So ya I am still a kid sometimes, and I stick my foot in my mouth a lot, but I still KNOW who I am, even when I think I don't.
Life is full of random stuff and this is probably the most random blog, but it was just what I was thinking about. Do you know who you are? Just checkin...