Things My Children Taught Me About Love

 

Love Lessons Learned

Hello and welcome to the Cochran Insanity-Laugh-Til-It-Hurts hour with your host Selena Cochran and her wanna be trusty sidekicks Obi Malcolm Wan Kenobi and Princess Riah, illustrious ruler of Bratz Barbie kingdom.

In this segment, your Most Awesome Head Mommy of the Universe will discuss what her sidekicks taught her about love. And now, heeeeeeeeeeere’s Selena!

Ok, this is where someone ought to yell CUT!! Now, where were we? Ah yes, lessons about love.

Being a parent, I’ve had the splendiferous (yes, that’s a word) privilege of raising 2 of the biggest, most awesome pain in the tucus children this side of heaven. I’ve laughed til I’ve cried and cried til I couldn’t do anything else. But throughout this treasure of a journey, I’ve learned a few important lessons along the way. And now, God only knows why I’m passing this wisdom on to you so you’ll think twice about having kids pass these gems along to others you know. Here goes…

Lesson #1: It’s Gonna Cost You

Obi: can I play superhero with you?

Riah: sure but your Batman’s gotta wear this pink thing on his head, house rules.

For those of you who haven’t heard already, love COSTS something. Whether it’s swallowing your pride and offering an apology (even when you’re not at fault) or learning to place someone’s needs, wants and feelings above your own: loving someone isn’t easy. And more often than not it means you’ve got to give something up . As the saying goes, love maybe free but it sure ain’t cheap!

Lesson #2: Be Patient

Riah: can I borrow this pencil?

Obi: Sure. (3 seconds later) You done yet?

We all have those moments where we want our loved ones, spouses or even children to hurry up and “be” who we think they should be or “do” what we think they should do. We tend to forget that our special ones–just like everything else in life–can only grow or reach their optimal potential through life’s processes–not ours. Remember, no matter how much you water a plant it will only blossom when it’s time.

Lesson #3: Answer Softly

Obi: hey! You spit food on my shoe!!

Riah: (laughing hysterically) My bad!

Obi: yeah, I know it’s bad but what does have to do with me?!?

Riah: (shrugs shoulders) good question.

In too many instances, we trample on the feelings, thoughts and beliefs of loved ones. For many of us it’s habit; for others it’s intentional. Regardless of where you fall on the spectrum, casting aside other’s feelings serves one purpose: to glorify self. Love does not live on a pedestal. Love–real love–is the absence of self-preservation. It means showering others with the same courtesies and respect that you demand for yourself.

And so I leave you with these final thoughts….

“Love is patient and is kind. Love does not envy nor does it boast–it does not parade itself nor is it puffed up. Love does not behave rudely; it does not rejoice when another falls but it rejoices in truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures all things. LOVE NEVER FAILS.”

Thanks for visiting,

Selena

Sex, Babies and Stupid Lying Storks!

So, there’s no disclaimer with this entry, just good ‘ole fashioned “Momma’s telling everything” kind of fun!!

For new visitors, I have a 2 beautiful children. Adorable. Intelligent. And side-splittingly funny! Here’s the latest from one MalcolmWan Kenobi.

I can’t talk about it…

So, Malcolm and his aunt were talking about birthdays and why he wasn’t born on June 30th *giggles* like the doctors predicted. The following *amp giggles* is a true conversation. On my best day, I couldn’t come up with this stuff!

A little background to help you understand why I’m already laughing and I haven’t even finished the post. A few weeks ago, we had Open Mic night in our house and the topic of the night was da da dommm sex, babies and how the 2 topics are related. See, my children thought one had nothing to do with the other. Hahaha, yes that’s another post entirely! But just keep in mind that they learned about sex and how babies are born. Now onto the fun…

Mal: so you’re birthdays on the 30th huh? Did you know I was supposed to be born on the 30th?

Aunt:   No Malcolm I didn’t. she’s totally lying and trying to keep a straight face. Why don’t you tell me all about it?

Mal: well, there isn’t much to tell. I was happy where I was, comfortable even. yes, he actually said that.  So I decided to sleep in.

Aunt: You slept in??

Mal: oh yeah. I mean given the alternative, what else could I do? I mean yuck!

Aunt: laughing hysterically. What alternative?

Mal: you know, coming out….out of there…aunt feigns ignorance. you know there??

Aunt: still laughing. No Malcolm. I don’t know. What’s there mean?

Mal: red-faced and exasperated.  From THERE, Auntie!! You know what I mean!

Aunt: almost on the floor laughing.  No, honey, tell me!

Mal: crossed arms and stiff back. Auntie there are some things a man just shouldn’t talk about. Somethings are just to traumatic to relive. Don’t take me back there, Auntie. Don’t take me back. head is hung, shoulders dropped. aunt is doubled over laughing. Stupid, lying stork! Humph! marches out of the kitchen, arms folded across his chest and nose in the air.

Needless to say, I laughed for about 10 minutes.  The stork is a liar!! Hahaha, how awesome is that??? That’s what I call “classic Malcolm.”

Thanks for visiting,

Selena