phrases

There is no love you need more than the love for yourself. No, it isn’t selfish to love ourselves first; it is healthy. When you learn to love yourself, you can love others much better, more completely. Try not to let anyone make you feel unloved or unwanted. It is difficult not to be hard on ourselves; it is a constant struggle. But you are worthy of everything good; you are important, unique. KT~

Shouldn’t You be Even Hungrier?

As parents, we know that our kids will one day grow up to say things to us we dread hearing, like “Can I have the car keys?” or “This is my new boyfriend!”

But there are some phrases that, even if they one day grow up to use, we NEVER expect them to say to us.

This morning, Leo woke up and ran into our room, as is his tradition. Once it was time to start the day, I began asking him what he wanted for breakfast. I’m guessing he wanted a list of options rather than having to make the decision on his own, because this simple inquiry led to this exchange:

ME: Do you know what you want for breakfast?

LEO: I can’t decide. My tummy hurts.

ME: It probably hurts because you’re hungry. So what’ll it be?

LEO: Daddy…I’m so high right now.

(Pause)

ME: Wh…what?

LEO: I’m so high right now!

ME: Are…are you saying that because you’re on the bed?

LEO (Like I’m an idiot): NO, Daddy. I’M not high…the pain in my TUMMY is high.

ME (More confused than ever): So…what does that mean?

LEO: That I need some cereal and milk!

ME: That is the best possible outcome to this conversation!

Luckily for me and my heretofore clean arrest record, Leo was legitimately hungry for breakfast, and not just suffering from a huge case of the munchies…

Sei complicata. A volte ti fai talmente tante paranoie che è quasi impossibile non odiarti. Non ti piaci perché non sei perfetta. E sì, non sei perfetta, ma chi lo è? Ti lamenti in continuazione dei tuoi difetti, sei lunatica, insicura, un totale controsenso. Ma sei anche la persona più sensibile e dolce che io conosca. Ti nascondi dietro strati di sarcasmo, fingi di essere una stronza, ma non lo sei. Dici di odiare il romanticismo e poi ti perdi dentro un abbraccio. Ti affezioni facilmente e doneresti il cuore per quelli a cui vuoi bene. Ami tanto, ami forte e mai a metà. E resti anche quando non c'è più niente per cui lottare, resti fino alla fine, anche a costo di perdere te stessa. Quindi sì, potrei andarmene adesso, voltarti le spalle e convincermi di odiarti, ma non posso. Preferisco amarti.