Tuesday, September 22, 2015

The difference between Kids and Animals

As I and my children and now my grandchildren grow older, I am beginning to more fully understand people who treat their animals like children.
I know that my children and grandchildren love me. But I also know that I can be an embarrassment to them. All parents are at some point, I suppose, an embarrassment. I think it's God's way of keeping parents in check. I do seem to have extra qualities that really up the embarrassment factor for our blended family.
For instance, I am LOUD, with a really weird LOUD voice and a witches cackle of a laugh. When I think somethings funny, you are going to know it! I also sing really loud if I know and enjoy a song. I know a song for every occasion or I will make one up. I also think I am a little bit funny. I crack myself up while our 5 kids roll their eyes and shake their heads and occasionally vacate themselves from my presence. I'm also very emotionally open an  not a bit shy about expressing my adoration of our children with words or hugs, wherever we may be. You can imagine how they love this.
Our current menagerie includes a cat, a dog, 4 hens and a rooster. They have never been embarrassed by me. Roxie, the dog, quite enjoys joining me in song. Sometimes she begs to sing with me by staring at me and wiggling her entire body. Kevin, the cat, just cocks his head to the side, but he doesn't run from my singing. The hens sing along while the rooster crows.
I have been home from work for a little over a month due to a work injury. Roxie and Kevin have been in heaven cuddling on the couch with me. Thier only complaint seems to be that can't get close enough. On the rare occasions I have been out of the house for more than a few hours they have clammered for my attention the moment Ireturn. Kevin thinks he needs to be as close to my face as possible, if not actually on my face or head. Roxie also needs to be as close as possible. When my kid  were little they would argue over who got to sit next to me. Roxie and Kevin do that all the time. When I get up, they follow me.
My kids haven't followed me for years, let alone argued over who got to sit next to me.

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