I have three kids and, although I am partial, they are pretty amazing. Sure they have their moments that make me question my parenting skills, but overall I think they are pretty good kids.
Along this journey to live in a tiny house, I have constantly questioned how this decision will impact my kids in the long run. Matt hears this question daily.
"Are the kids going to be ok?"
He always answers the same, "The kids will be fine, Chamie."
So I accept that answer and move on. But then people start asking me questions about the house and while I know they aren't intentionally trying to make me doubt my decisions, they do.
"Where will your kids sleep?"
"They won't have a real room?"
"Did y'all ask the kids what they thought?"
"How are the kids feeling? Bless their hearts."
So I go back to Matt and say, "Are the kids going to be ok?"
"The kids will be fine, Chamie," he responds again.
And this cycle has continued since the beginning of October. I know we are doing the right thing and deep down I know my kids will be ok, but the thought of failing my kids in any way at all makes my heart hurt.
I went to bed a little earlier than normal last night. You see, Cooper told me he has testing today at school. My kids know that when they have some sort of state test they get breakfast other than cereal.
"I guess you need me to cook breakfast," I said.
"Yes ma'am," he ever so sweetly answered.
"Well what do you want?" I asked.
"Bacon and eggs, " he answered immediately.
"Of course you do," I shot back with a knowing look.
So you see people, my kids might not have their own rooms, but I cook breakfast on big test days gosh darn it.
Anyway, because I went to bed early last night, I missed several texts from my friends. I awoke to a link (from a friend who has been feeling super sorry for my kids). She text the words,"Thornton....I have tears."
Click here to see what she sent.
I was like- she has tears?!?!?! I have to read this. So I did. And I cried into my cooking bacon. But now I know- the kids will be fine.
I am Chamie, wife to Matt; mom to Callan (14), Cooper (11), and