Hey Kids, I'm Jealous of You

Hey kids I’m jealous of you.  Not in a spiteful mean way but more in a nostalgic, wistful sort of manner.  

I’m jealous of the way you sleep, like darling little cherubs, nestled up in your bed.  Me, I wake up in the middle of the night to make sure one of you didn’t leave the refrigerator open or to turn off the lights or jot down something on my to-do list.

I’m jealous of the way you can fall flat on your face and then, moments later, you’re running around doing cartwheels.  A fall like that would have me on the couch with an ice pack and some extra strength aspirin.

I’m jealous of the way you can eat pizza and a bowl full of ice cream and not regret it the next morning.  Me, I’m looking in the mirror to see the damage my binging has done.  

I’m jealous of your perfect hair with sunkissed highlights.  Please make sure never to spray your hair with Sun-in like I did in the 80s.

I’m jealous that you get to order off the kids’ menu.  How is it that your piece of chicken is the same size as mine but my meal costs $10 more?

I’m jealous of your energy.  I suppose if I slept like you did, I might have a little more energy too.  And, how can you spin around like that for minutes on end?  I suppose I should have kept doing gymnastics so I wouldn’t feel so dizzy after doing one somersault.  I might be able to do a few more pull-ups too.

Hey kids, I’m jealous of you!

But I’m also so proud of you too!

And while I have twinges of jealousy, I also realize I’m pretty darn lucky to have you.

Because, I’m the one you often snuggle up with when you’re blissfully sleeping.   I’m the one who gets an excuse to eat ice cream and later burn off those calories with a game of backyard tag.

And I’m lucky because you help me appreciate the little things, the things I don’t always notice because I’m too busy being an adult.

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You help me stay active. You help me want to stay healthy.   You help me better myself.  

Each day, you remind me what it’s like to be a kid again and I thank you for keeping me young.

When I put it that way, I guess I can’t really be jealous of you!

I love you!

Do you ever get jealous of your kids?  Tell me in the comments.

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