as soon as I turn off my tablet and kiss the dad good night my mind begins to race… writing millions of words in my head.
I like most people I assume, have my best thought at night. I think it’s because I’m super relaxed and my whole self is at ease.
I’m always trying to figure out ways to do the everyday better.
when Boo was still wet behind the ears I wrote out a list to myself. it said…
when the Monk speaks make eye contact and listen.
spend time with just RT, hold him.
Meet Boo’s needs before he cries.
At the time those where HUGE things that I had to remind myself to do.
Well here I am almost 7 years later making metal reminders of simple tasks. I for some silly reason was sure parenting would get easier as they got older (against EVERYONE’S warnings).
But the older they get there is just so much to enjoy… conversations mainly. I feel less like a broken record and more like a participant. And just when I think one of them isn’t EVER listening to anything we EVER say EVER. I hear them talking to their grandparents on the phone in great detail of all that I thought they had tuned out. A subtle reminder that kids are always absorbing and not to take advantage of this enormousness responsibility.
When they were really little I watch them figure things out with great pride, but the older they get watching them try or not try to figure things out brings about so much worry and frustration. I have to remind myself that even though they are bigger these new tasks are just as great relative to where they are in life. And I need to be just as proud and supportive as they try and succeed and try and fail.
So I guess I’ll keep making lists… It’s a lot right? this whole parenting gig…what a trip!