I am a couch

I adore my children. They are like little mirrors. They reflect back at me all my flaws. They also shine a beautiful light on my strengths. They are such a delight to be around.

There are times, however, like every parent where I am reduced to chef, chief negotiator and couch. When my daughter uses me as a chair I am forced to be still. Usually at a time when I would much prefer to be active (as is my modus operandus).

Even after nine years as a mother I am surprised at the things I will do for my children that I would never consider doing for anyone else. From storing bird carcass to caring for a garden spider to throwing water balloons in winter. Everything changes when you become a parent. For the next 102 minutes I will be a couch while my children enjoy Epic.