1) Can you imagine what kind of chaos would exist in our world if God didn't design us to have full control of our bladder and bowels by the age of 4? I'm grateful that I learned this essential skill, and that my life does not demand that a bathroom be close at hand. (This is my favorite story: according to my mother, I potty-trained ridiculously early because I hated to have wet clothes touching me.)
2) Kids are beasts when they are overtired. Especially with infants, it's such a pathetic (in the best sense of the word) thing to witness when a baby is so tired, she cries and can't get to sleep. Infrequent insomnia aside, I'm grateful that I don't just sit down and cry when I'm overly tired. College would have been a disaster.
3) Those poor little toddlers, spouting perfectly enunciated gibberish that only falls on foreign, grown-up ears. It's got to be so frustrating for little Andy when, to his ears, he calmly asks for more bunny crackers, and I look at him with big eyes, saying, "I'm sorry, honey, I just don't understand you." No wonder 2 year olds throw so many tantrums. It would be like me moving to Hungary with a Hungarian phrasebook only to have all the townspeople, with pity on their faces, reply, "I am sorry, I cannot understand you" in English. How maddening!
Being with children is the most useful and enlightening education I've ever had the pleasure of receiving.
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