I used to have a decent fruit bowl, now I have fruit pocked with teeth marks.
I used to have a desk drawer stocked with stationary, now I have bits of prestik sticking to things, disassembled pen springs, empty sticky tape, missing scissors, and dry highlighters.
I used to have clean windows, now they have scribbles done in body lotion, sunscreen, or toothpaste. The same applies to curtains. Children use curtains as we would use napkins, towels, and tissues.
I used to have a sundowner at sunset, now I feed babies and walk them up and down or read them stories.
I used to be selfish, now I am unselfish
I used to be impatient, now I am patient
I used to be intolerant, now I am accepting
I smile at the bitten fruit, because it means my children are eating fruit.
Pen-springs in my drawer remind me that my children are inquisitive and smart as can be.
And scribbles on the windows are proof that I have little-people in my life that fill my heart with love. And according to me, love is what makes the world go around and makes life worth living.
I thank my fruit bowl, my desk drawer and my windows for the lessons they have taught me.