Looking out the kitchen window this morning I noticed that the little loves of my life left hand-prints on the window. Small, smudgy, marked souvenirs of their last visit. I went to get the glass cleaner and stopped dead in my tracks, with towel in hand, and realized that some marks you shouldn’t erase because they will all too quickly disappear on their own. 
I can never understand how some people do not like children; they simply cannot stand the noise they make or the behavior they exhibit and I can only attribute that to some character flaw or misplaced childhood memory of their own. Children are brought into our lives for an all too brief time and we should cherish each and every second and each and every lesson which they share with us. Yes, they are brought into our lives to teach us as much as we are here to share our experiences with them. In the last six years I have learned so much:
1. that cheerios do multiple in the dark under the couch;
2. that goldfish are meant to be eaten in a rainbow of colors and not looked at in a glass bowl;
3. that the sound of one giggle on your absolute worst day can change despair into comfort;
4. that sloppy, chocolate milk kisses are best shared in an impromptu tent built in the living room;
5. that even when you look like a wet rag, one little person still thinks you’re a princess and says so; and
6. that marked windows of a little boy’s future vision are layered with wonder and leave hand-prints on your heart long after the smudge is gone.
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