Perfect parents do not exist. They are a myth that we compare ourselves to when coming to terms with our own shortcomings. Whether we think about it often or not, we continually compare ourselves to our friends’ parenting styles, in an effort to identify and define our own selves in relation to them. It is a normal thing for our brains to do, identify similarities and differences in order to organize people and things into meaningful groups. Us and them. Same or Different. Totally normal, but important to note that although this is a normal phenomenon, it is not always healthy.
Today I thought I would share a few random thoughts that I have been jotting down in between summer soccer games, mosquito bites, and splash parks. Let me know if you can relate or have something to add to this list.
P.S. – I realize that I am a crazy person.
Ok, now I miss my sister (and of course her whole family). Sigh….
Last week a very good friend who has been struggling with infertility got the most shocking and amazing news of her life… she and her hubby are expecting!
I felt especially happy for her as this friend’s journey to become a mom, although different, reminded me of my own and struck a deep chord in my soul.
I have written before of how the unrelenting sting of infertility feels much further away these days, in this messy house that booms of giggles and shrieks and tantrums and cries. It is easy to push out of sight and out of mind the fact that we once wanted more than anything to be parents, and yet it seemed that it would never, EVER, happen. Never.
I got my first piece published this month. I almost cried. It was so cool to see my words and name in physical print before me. Accomplishing this little feat has fueled the tiny sparks that are increasingly becoming real and palpable goals.
My sister is coming home this week, and I am getting excited… can you tell?
As my big guy has grown up, we have grown to love a good kid movie on a rainy day. Ferdinand, Angry Birds, Trolls… you name it, we have seen it. We are getting pumped up for a great 2018 movie summer… Incredibles 2 is here in just a couple of weeks. Nothing like the anticipation of quality, family time entertainment with that buttery, delicious popcorn and a soda. We love the movies in our family.
I will never forget the first movie I took Ryan to see. It was… okay, well… I guess I did forget the first movie. But I do remember the events leading up to the first one, and I wanted to share as it cracks me up whenever I think of it.
I am writing this in a very, VERY quiet house. I realize it will be awhile until I type in this quiet of an atmosphere again in the near future.
I can’t help but go back to the 90’s and early 00’s when I want to refresh. Join me!
We are on day two of summer break… MAY DAY! MAY DAY! Morse code… send in reinforcements!
I used to pride myself and question (yes, judge) the thought processes of those moms who were like “Ugh, summer break! What am I gonna do with these kids all day?!” Didn’t they WANT more time with their precious angels? Wouldn’t they thoroughly enjoy every extra second of quality time with their young children before their young children grew into teenagers who didn’t want to spend time with them?! Psshhh…
And then I had kids of my own.