Every parent claims that their kids made them a better person. I didn't have a lightning crashing moment where I reformed my rtarded ways as placenta hit the floor (what's the band Live up to these days?) But I do know that the kids make me a better person. Most of the changes are visible but every now and then one becomes obvious. Today, while going into Kroger the Georgia Firefighter Burn Victims Association (or something like that) was out in force. Initially I said "ugh, somebody looking for money." But then I thought about Ava and Emme and immediately felt the importance of what firefighters do. If Terp, Ava and Emme are home alone (or even if I'm there) I like to know that firefighters are at the ready to save them in case of fire. I donated a few bucks. I'm not better because I donated. I'm better because I'm thinking more about other people. Having kids expands your sphere of personal concern beyond yourself. You truly want them to be safe and happy. And that makes you a better person. (Side note: having a fulfilling relationship with your spouse does the same thing.)
30 Min Swim, 10 Min Stationary Bike
