I know mornings like this. I enjoyed how this post captures how being a parent, or how love, changes what sacrifice means..it's purpose. These mornings that go completely offscript can be frustrating, but personally I try to remember that how I handle today is basically how I handle everything. Days add up to life. The damn dog scratching to go outside got me though, thats the icing...
Yes, you describe it all so well. But oddly enough, I barely remember any of that with you kids. I just remember it all being good. Dad and I always say how easy you kids were. Only when I read my journal do I recall frustrations...daily frustations, hourly frustrations. Time has a way of erasing a lot of crazy.
The days are long, but the years are short. Time flies so fast, that it's sometimes hard to remember anything. But I will always know and remember the fierce love and dedication and devotion I have for you three magnificent sons/husbands/father, whom I watched grow from...perfectly behaved children to perfectly amazing men.
Oh man. I know that feeling too well. I had so many frustrations when mine were young. Took me a long time to understand that it was my fault for getting frustrated- my attachment to schedules and plans I wanted for myself. It’s a beautiful chaos and I miss it now that it’s mostly behind me. Wish I could’ve taken that view from above back then!
Actively trying to make those paper cuts become calloused these days. Like you said, we can find moments of reset, without needing the physical distance/detachment.
I know mornings like this. I enjoyed how this post captures how being a parent, or how love, changes what sacrifice means..it's purpose. These mornings that go completely offscript can be frustrating, but personally I try to remember that how I handle today is basically how I handle everything. Days add up to life. The damn dog scratching to go outside got me though, thats the icing...
Love that, and it’s so true. How you handle anything is how you handle everything.
Even dogs and their incessant scratching.
Yes, you describe it all so well. But oddly enough, I barely remember any of that with you kids. I just remember it all being good. Dad and I always say how easy you kids were. Only when I read my journal do I recall frustrations...daily frustations, hourly frustrations. Time has a way of erasing a lot of crazy.
The days are long, but the years are short. Time flies so fast, that it's sometimes hard to remember anything. But I will always know and remember the fierce love and dedication and devotion I have for you three magnificent sons/husbands/father, whom I watched grow from...perfectly behaved children to perfectly amazing men.
I love you!
I think your journals are misremembering -- we were always perfect!
Oh man. I know that feeling too well. I had so many frustrations when mine were young. Took me a long time to understand that it was my fault for getting frustrated- my attachment to schedules and plans I wanted for myself. It’s a beautiful chaos and I miss it now that it’s mostly behind me. Wish I could’ve taken that view from above back then!
That exact mental shift is the biggest parenting "hack" I can think of!
(And you're welcome to experience the chaos any time!)
Lol!!
This one hit at a good time brother.
Actively trying to make those paper cuts become calloused these days. Like you said, we can find moments of reset, without needing the physical distance/detachment.
Just a beautiful piece all around.
Thanks, Kyle — here’s to calloused hands and big hearts!
Yeah— I guess I was writing fiction.