Monday, March 29, 2010

Getting through the hard to get to the good.

There are parts of parenting that are really, really hard. Really emotional, really draining. They're the moments when you question deep down whether or not you're doing it right and whether or not you're scarring your child for life, even though you're 99% sure you're doing it right, that one percent risk just might not be worth it.

Like following through when you hand out a punishment.
Or sticking your ground during a temper tantrum.
Letting them go to summer camp. Without you.
Like leaving them home alone for the first time, just for a minute or two while you run out.
Like not letting them get away with lying.
Making them eat their vegetables, even when they're gagging (is it fake? real? Probably fake.)
Making them do their homework - or not? Letting them suffer the consequences? Gah!

Every time I make one of these decisions, usually every day, I know that I am making a big one, a big difference in the way that life goes. And every day I have to know when I make a decision that I'm making it for reasons that I KNOW are right and reasons that I can live with if things go wrong. I have to know in my heart that I have my child's best interest at heart, every time I make one of these.

And every time I follow my heart and I suffer through the garbage and the hatred of a kid and once we get to the other side, it's always better. And just a little sunnier. And sometimes they even tell me I was right.

Do you have another big one to add to my list?

Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Singles Club. For Socks.

So laundry is one of my least favorite tasks. To keep myself from crying with boredom, I make up stories in my head. It's like when I exercise I do math - I can't help being weird, I just go with it.

Anyhow. We have a basket that lives in the laundry room. The children named it the singles club for socks.

We added new members today, and we made a few happy matches. It was a good day for the singles club. For socks.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010


Me: Hurry UP!

Robert: I'm looking for an old man shirt - it's dress like you're FIFTY day today."

Me: You're confused, buddy, it's fifties day at school.