At 13 years old 3 important lessons were taught to me in sex ed class. How to put a condom on a banana, you will not get pregnant French kissing, and that it is normal for girls to have one boob bigger than the other, they also make milk when you have a baby. That sums up every drop of experience middle school thought we needed to know about sex, womanhood, and motherhood. Other than that one time I babysat my nephew, I was clueless on diapers, poop, and life actually.
After a few mission trips during college I warmed up and wisened up to those little people that poop in their pants, suck boobs, and cry (often). My child-handling experience grew on those trips, I taught Math & various sports to a young boys school in Belize, worked in a baby orphange in Honduras, and gave beach side English lessons to children in Costa Rica one Summer. Children became a big deal to me and I decided one day I will be a mom, by adopting of course, a child from each country I worked in! 4 was my chosen number of kids, mostly because just one would be lonely and 4 is my favorite number.
Life seems to always have a plan of it's own for me, despite being ready or not, then popped out Kainoa. 6 years ago today he was born and my entire life changed for the better. I also learned bananas are not meant to wear condoms but be mashed and actually taste good from a baby jar! To that list a million other life lessons have all been taught to me by a child, my very own 6 year old:
Life might take you under, cause you to lose your balance, and knock you off your board...you have to get back on.
Be proud of who you are. It is okay to stand out, fit in, hide in a tree, or all three at any given time...
Pick up pennies, save them, they make dollars, lots of them after a year of putting them in a jar.
Books are very, very cool.
Happy Birthday Kainoa, you have brought so much life to my life...