Seeing life through my children's eyes is amazing. In our bed one sunny morning, Liam asked for red pancakes. What an awesome memory this boy has. He remebered the green pancakes that he had on St. Patricks Day. I am happy that the little things in life that make my children happy are becuase of me.
I was once told by a dear friend of mine that everyday is kids day. I sat back to think about what she meant. She brought it up in a conversation we were having about a day I set aside for my kids to do whatever they wanted. Lex chose lunch and a pedicure, Liam wanted red pancakes. When I told her this she said, well everyday is kids day in my house. What is that suppoosed to mean? Was that a diss on me? My parenting style?
No, it was an eye opener to a childhood. A childood that I remember well. The best memories were days spent with my grandparents. These were "my days". I lived for the weekend when I spent the night at their house, and my favorite dinner was prepared and served under candle light, when ice cream was always served before bed, and on the t.v. was my favorite BBC show. These were my "red pancake" days. The days were stress, laundry, home work and cleaning is set aside to just hang with the kids. Make it special, show them theyare thought of, show them they are loved. I do this everyday don't get me wrong. But these "red pancake" days are the special days.
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