I have been a rock star at getting my kids to bed this week. I’ve read their stories, kissed their foreheads, said goodnight, and been back downstairs prepping my evening snack by 7:30. The hubs has been out of town, so I basically feel like this is my new super power.
Until tonight. We are quickly approaching 9 p.m., and they aren’t even pretending to sleep. Until twenty minutes ago thumps and squeals and giggles spilled down the stairs. But then came the tears and the arguing and a broken Lego house. It’s all fun and games until the Lego gets broken. And now there’s a young one sitting next to me, tears still wet on her cheeks, snacking on her orange (because she’s SO hungry. I’m pretty sure I fed her earlier.).
The night before Mother’s Day makes me feel like I should write something reflective, especially because I’m so aware of how hard tomorrow can be for some. I’ll point you to last year’s post if you’re looking for something more thoughtful, and this year I’ll offer you something lighter: five of my favourite parenting moments from the past year or so…
1. When I learned to ask more questions:
Screams of anger came from the girls’ room. “What’s going on?” I called from the bottom of the stairs. “MOM!” yelled the oldest in a voice of indignation, “If SHE’S allowed sing Let It Go, then I’m allowed to drum!” I reply, coolly, calmly, “Yes, that sounds right. She’s allowed to sing, you’re allowed to drum.” But then the younger one pipes up, “But MOM! She’s drumming on my head!”
2. When my three year old noticed my hidden beauty:
He climbed into my lap and stared closely at my cheek. Then he proclaimed, sweet as could be, “Your fur looks good, Mom!”
3. When the kindergartener and I talked about social graces:
One night, early in the school year, we were snuggling in her bed, not saying much. Suddenly she confesses: sometimes I pick my nose…but don’t worry, I don’t do it at school. A few months later, I said to her, “You know what they say…you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.” And she looked at me with her big eyes and replied, very seriously, “Oh, I don’t do that.”
4. When we play charades:
Seriously, I don’t know when I laugh harder than when I watch my kids act things out. If you ever get the chance to play with us, let me give you an insider’s tip: if you guess “a jackalope” when it’s the three year old’s turn, there’s a 99% chance you’ll guess correctly. Almost. Every. Time.
5. When I couldn’t get a word in this theological discussion:
There we were, sitting around the little table in our living room, eating our Friday night pizza. It was just me and the kids. The conversation went something like this:
Child A: Does Jesus have a penis?
Me: Opening my mouth to answer...
Child B: Yes, everyone does.
Me: Opening my mouth to correct the second half of that statement....
Child C: But his is the most powerful.
Me: Trying hard not to laugh.
Child C: Well, he’s God, so his would have to be the most powerful.
Where do you even go from there?
This mom life is often exhausting and exasperating, but it also keeps me laughing. I'm thankful for these little people and all of the ways they help me see life differently.