I've heard couples say it over and over. "I didn't like my husband/wife when I first met them." I have heard this for ages and I've finally realized that this doesn't just happen between spouses. It happens with many things.
Each year as a new class walks through my door all I can think is "I miss last year's class." Granted I didn't like last year's class when they came in the first day, but eventually I grew to love them. Every year I am sad to see that year's class go.
My very best friends in my life, I didn't like most of them the first time we met. It took spending some time together and getting to know each other before I grew to love them as a person.
Two months ago I got a kitten. Life with him around hasn't always been easy and there were days I have wanted to strangle him or give him away. I miss getting a full nights sleep. I miss coming home and not finding the contents of my trash strewn across my apartment. I miss not having broken plants. I miss not constantly being covered in scratches. But I realized something amazing tonight.
Tonight I was sitting on my couch enjoying my very last of Thanksgiving pecan pie. Nacho Libre was trying to help me eat my pie. He also had tried to help my eat leftover turkey not long before. I kept trying to move the pie out of his reach and tell him no. Not long after our little game began he managed to just barely stick his paw in the pie before I pulled it back. Like a sneaky child he slowly put his paw in his mouth. I could almost see the "I won" smile on his face.
It was in that crazy moment that I realized that I love my cat. Despite all the terror, frustration, and sleepless hours he has introduced into my life, I wouldn't trade him for anything. I feel that way at some point every year about my class. Sometimes loves grabs hold of you immediately and never lets you go. And sometimes love sneaks up behind you and catches you by surprise. Sometimes love irritates you endlessly before you realize you wouldn't want to live without it. And honestly, I have to say that I really do like being surprised in this way.
Each year as a new class walks through my door all I can think is "I miss last year's class." Granted I didn't like last year's class when they came in the first day, but eventually I grew to love them. Every year I am sad to see that year's class go.
My very best friends in my life, I didn't like most of them the first time we met. It took spending some time together and getting to know each other before I grew to love them as a person.
Two months ago I got a kitten. Life with him around hasn't always been easy and there were days I have wanted to strangle him or give him away. I miss getting a full nights sleep. I miss coming home and not finding the contents of my trash strewn across my apartment. I miss not having broken plants. I miss not constantly being covered in scratches. But I realized something amazing tonight.
Tonight I was sitting on my couch enjoying my very last of Thanksgiving pecan pie. Nacho Libre was trying to help me eat my pie. He also had tried to help my eat leftover turkey not long before. I kept trying to move the pie out of his reach and tell him no. Not long after our little game began he managed to just barely stick his paw in the pie before I pulled it back. Like a sneaky child he slowly put his paw in his mouth. I could almost see the "I won" smile on his face.
It was in that crazy moment that I realized that I love my cat. Despite all the terror, frustration, and sleepless hours he has introduced into my life, I wouldn't trade him for anything. I feel that way at some point every year about my class. Sometimes loves grabs hold of you immediately and never lets you go. And sometimes love sneaks up behind you and catches you by surprise. Sometimes love irritates you endlessly before you realize you wouldn't want to live without it. And honestly, I have to say that I really do like being surprised in this way.
