What’s Luck Got to Do with It? Anything at all?
I took a step back the other day and realized how lucky we are as parents.
We are parents, for starters. And like all other parents, we believe that our kids are the greatest!
(That means we’re doing it right, right?)
And then they scream and yell and cry. Throw things (at each other, the dog, us), pull hair, hit and make messes EVERYWHERE.
It’s really honestly quite easy to forget that these are the things that kids everywhere do. Generally speaking.
Deep down, they’re good people. That’s the goal, right? Raise good humans.
But does it make us lucky, to have made the decision to have kids and been blessed enough to have them? Just some food for thought. I'm not sure if I have an answer. This is the hardest job on the planet and I'm not ready to call myself lucky over it.
It’s hard when they’re so much more well-behaved for pretty much everyone other than me and Brad. But I’ve been lucky enough to see glimpses of the good people they are inside recently. And I’ve made it a point to sit in those moments and appreciate them for what they are. For .25 seconds before the hitting and yelling (or all of the above) start happening again.
Archer went upstairs to brush his teeth this morning and Maverick was wandering around saying “teeth, teeth” because he wanted to brush his teeth, too. I was finishing my breakfast and planned to take Maverick up with me after I was done, but before I could do that, Archer brought his brother’s toothbrush downstairs with him. I made it a point to pull Archer over to me, gave him a big hug and told him how proud I was of how thoughtful he was to Maverick.
They truly are good humans. I hope it sticks.
I’ve caught them recently with their arms around each other, hugging and laughing together.
Maverick always asks about Archer when we drop him off at school. I don’t think he quite understands where Archer goes and why Archer isn’t at their day care anymore during the day. I am so grateful for them and happy that they have each other.
And it makes me feel very, very grateful.
I wanted to document this feeling because, to be honest, it’s rare. This is hands down the hardest job I've ever done and while I usually grimace when I hear people talk about it being difficult to be a parent, but so rewarding, I agree.
My life is richer with these yahoos and I’m going to try and make it a point to recognize that more often. Apparently I've been a bit sentimental and sappy recently. Kindergarten mom problems?