My nearly man-sized child is sitting with me in the pediatrician’s office awaiting his physical. I look around at the harried new moms with the tiny babies strapped into carseats, the screaming toddlers jumping off of the wee chairs and the waiting room strewn with toys. Soon I won’t be bringing my son here anymore….
This past weekend I was traveling by plane and the man sitting next to me struck up a conversation. He told me about his wife, kids, house, job… on and on. And, as is usually the case, I volunteered very little about myself. It is a strange thing that on the internet I don’t hold much back, but in real life I am reserved and cautious about what I share….
I have spent over six years talking about my life on the Internet. I have always tried to be sensitive to my children and to tell the stories from my perspective as their mother. If I have learned anything in all these years of parenting it is that the things I worry about, or am concerned about, most often turn out to be the wrong things anyway. So why worry….
As parents our first inclination is to rush in and save our children when something goes wrong in their lives, or to shield them and prevent whatever the “bad” thing is from happening in the first place. Sadly, we all learn better through making our own mistakes. Sometimes watching the inevitable really does hurt us as parents more than it hurts them.
I believe I’ve mentioned once or twice or fourteen-dozen times that my older son became…intensely challenging in the weeks and months right after we brought his baby brother home. He was three years old, and he was AWFUL. I feel like I can call him that because 1) he’s not, anymore, and 2) because he was objectively, literally, monumentally AWFUL.
Yesterday was a snow day. It snowed a lot on Sunday, I’ll give the school that. But there are also plows and salt trucks who worked very very hard to clear the roads. All their hard work went to waste though, because they still canceled…