Yesterday was a LONG day.
If you are a mother - you know exactly what I mean by LONG day. I don't have to define it, or share with you how nothing went as I thought it would, and what was supposed to be simple wasn't, or that children and husbands often complicate life.
Life with children is complicated.
Now, don't start bashing me. I know some of you mommy people are all alpha moms lovin the mom thing all day every day. We've met.
I, however, am a realistic.
One of my favorite movies of all time is Parenthood.
In BK (before kids) life, it was funny.
Now, the movie is part gospel, part "oh my goodness its happening to me" for me.
The wisest character (to no surprise) for me is Grandma. I have a feeling that me and grandma are going to be peas in a pod someday. Chick is SMART. But people think she is crazy.
Perhaps that is just wishful thinking on my part.
Wander back to 1989, with me - you don't have to find your parachute pants or jelly shoes (though I see that at least one of the two fashion trends is on its way back in):
I've got to confess.
Some days - I wake up and beg with God - "God today I need to ride the merry go round."
I don't wake up every day ready for the roller coaster that is life with kids (at least not the two that live in my house....).
Yet, I know that life with my two kids is always a roller coaster.
Case in point. Today we are busy at the dining room table cutting out pictures and creating a family tree. We are laughing. We are having a good time. We might be learning something. We are coloring - we are creative.
And then, as it always does the stuff hits the fan - there is green marker all over my table (I'm still calm - the table is old), the yelling begins "he colored on me" "nuh uh - she was like ramming her marker onto my side"......then the craziness is so loud no one can hear me - that is until my heads starts spinning around, and my inside voice is .....let's just say missing at the moment.
So - here's the question:
Is the good stuff the ride up? When you know you are about to fall? When your stomach is excited and nervous?
Or, is the good stuff the ride down? Let the fun begin as you rush around - waiting for the next climb?
I guess it probably doesn't matter - the good and the crazy with kids seems to be intertwined - like one is a necessary part for the other.
I am also guessing that because moments like the marker all over the table and massive sibling fighting happen, that I then appreciate and recognize the happy coloring and creativity as a good time.
Perhaps its too much to ask for a merry go round, but maybe some days we could hang on the kiddo coasters instead of riding The Scream Machine?