There are a few things that my kids have done that I wish had not happened. There are also a few things that I wish they would do. Let’s take a look at a few examples.
I wish my daughter had not put her stuffed teddy bear’s stuffing up her nose. We didn’t find it until her face stank and we went to the doctor only for him to pull out a rotten stuffing blob.
I wish my daughter would remember to flush after going to the bathroom…number two.
I wish my daughters would have realized that missing the fact that their toddler sister was in the street cost them a month’s grounding from everything they loved and cherished.
I wish my children would magically become grown-ups in the sense of responsiblity, but still keep their littleness.
I wish my toddler would not have picked up the dead mouse by the couch this morning, walked to her daddy while flipping the thing back and forth, and ask him, “What’s dis?”
“Oh!” says daddy, “That’s a dead mouse. Let daddy have it.”
Hands were scrubbed thoroughly and dipped in a vat of anti-bacterial lotion.
Ah, the things we wish for.