Somewhere between teaching them how to walk and teaching them how to ride a bike, they teach me about independence.
Somewhere between teaching them how to write their name and helping them with their homework, they teach me about determination.
Somewhere between learning about Jesus and daily prayers, they teach me about faith.
Somewhere between writing in “My first journal” and writing stories, they teach me (actually I read) life is an adventure.
Somewhere between the games of hide and seek and the pillow fights, they teach me to laugh.
Somewhere between the rocking our kids to sleep and waiting up for them to return before curfew, they teach me to love unconditionally.
Somewhere between the sport practices and the band concerts they teach me about work ethic.
Somewhere between jumping in mud puddles and the roller coaster rides they teach me to live fearlessly.
Somewhere between not doing chores and the talking back, they teach me about grace.
Somewhere between the paintbrushes, the crayons and the miter saw, they teach me about creativity.
Somewhere between playing board games together and baking cookies together, they teach me love does.
Somewhere between playing catch and running after sheep, they teach me about pursing dreams.
Somewhere between the first pair of flip-flops and first pair of Birkenstocks, I realize I want to be just like my kids.
Life really does work that way. We observe life around us and learn. Somewhere between being the mom or dad, or running around the bases, or giving a presentation, or sitting on the bench, or cheering from the stands or even raking leaves…there is always someone watching who wants to be just like you.