Resist the Puddle
Today is Father's Day and in honor of that, I figured telling a few stories of being a parent was fitting. So to all the dad's out there these are for you. I'm sure you can relate to some of them.
The other day I was with my sister in law, her four boys, my mother in law, and a couple of other gals at a zoo to see all the animals with the kids. It was a blast even with all the school field trips that were also going on that same day. It was mostly sunny with a little bit of a drizzle until late in the afternoon when it started to rain pretty heavily. I had Sam in the stroller and one of the other gals had my youngest nephew in one walking along side of me. Another mother with her child was walking the opposite direction of us when we heard the most amusing line come out of the mother's mouth. "Resist that puddle. I know you want to jump in it, but just resist the puddle." After they walked past, all of us in our group started chuckling. "Resist the puddle?" Ahhhh, yes, because that's totally going to work. Considering the child was already wet, I don't think it worked at all. I know if I told my child to resist the puddle, she'd look straight at me and pointedly do it just to prove a point. That point being telling her would do nothing without a punishment to follow if she jumped in it. Yup, that's my child. Then again, I was just as bad so what can I expect.
Today we were all sitting in the living room and Sam jumped up and decided to start dancing around. She twirled in circles, and tried to shake her hips (which anyone who knows little ones, know their balance isn't exactly perfect). We clapped each time she stopped and whenever she tripped, landing on her bum. She clapped with us, and would start again. She didn't care that she wasn't perfect and was so intent on making us laugh that she never ever blinked when she stumbled a little. She knew to climb the stairs when it was time for nap, and giggled the whole way up. There's nothing quite like the sound of your child's laughter.
Though on the flip side, the sound of their cry will break your heart if they are actually hurt. Even just a little bonk on the head. I was in the kitchen trying to bake a lemon loaf thing out of a box. Part of the recipe calls for butter which was in the fridge. Just as I was opening the fridge door, Sam comes barreling through the kitchen head leaned forward. Smack! She ran straight into the door head first. Luckily she just conked the side of her head, but the moment she hit, I let go of the door and swooped her up into my arms as she burst into tears. I felt so, so, so awful. She tucked her head into my neck and cried, and cried. I would kiss her head, and snuggle her as she cried. We wound up curled up on the couch for a few minutes until she felt better and then she was off and running again. Though less through the kitchen, which honestly is a good thing. She is awesome about staying away from the oven when it's hot, and she until this point had avoided the fridge if it was open, except to try to shut the doors, even if you were in it. She's hit me with the doors several times on accident.
So there are my parenting stories for the day. Those moments of hilariousness, sassyness, and of course heart break. But that is what comes with parenting. The whole package. But let's be honest, I doubt there is a single parent out there who if answered truly would say they wouldn't have had kids. They are a blessing and one that only comes with having them. The same could be said for our parents. We love them even if we are having a hard time with them. And when we aren't, it makes it that much better. So to all the dads out there and mine especially, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DADDY!!!!
The other day I was with my sister in law, her four boys, my mother in law, and a couple of other gals at a zoo to see all the animals with the kids. It was a blast even with all the school field trips that were also going on that same day. It was mostly sunny with a little bit of a drizzle until late in the afternoon when it started to rain pretty heavily. I had Sam in the stroller and one of the other gals had my youngest nephew in one walking along side of me. Another mother with her child was walking the opposite direction of us when we heard the most amusing line come out of the mother's mouth. "Resist that puddle. I know you want to jump in it, but just resist the puddle." After they walked past, all of us in our group started chuckling. "Resist the puddle?" Ahhhh, yes, because that's totally going to work. Considering the child was already wet, I don't think it worked at all. I know if I told my child to resist the puddle, she'd look straight at me and pointedly do it just to prove a point. That point being telling her would do nothing without a punishment to follow if she jumped in it. Yup, that's my child. Then again, I was just as bad so what can I expect.
Today we were all sitting in the living room and Sam jumped up and decided to start dancing around. She twirled in circles, and tried to shake her hips (which anyone who knows little ones, know their balance isn't exactly perfect). We clapped each time she stopped and whenever she tripped, landing on her bum. She clapped with us, and would start again. She didn't care that she wasn't perfect and was so intent on making us laugh that she never ever blinked when she stumbled a little. She knew to climb the stairs when it was time for nap, and giggled the whole way up. There's nothing quite like the sound of your child's laughter.
Though on the flip side, the sound of their cry will break your heart if they are actually hurt. Even just a little bonk on the head. I was in the kitchen trying to bake a lemon loaf thing out of a box. Part of the recipe calls for butter which was in the fridge. Just as I was opening the fridge door, Sam comes barreling through the kitchen head leaned forward. Smack! She ran straight into the door head first. Luckily she just conked the side of her head, but the moment she hit, I let go of the door and swooped her up into my arms as she burst into tears. I felt so, so, so awful. She tucked her head into my neck and cried, and cried. I would kiss her head, and snuggle her as she cried. We wound up curled up on the couch for a few minutes until she felt better and then she was off and running again. Though less through the kitchen, which honestly is a good thing. She is awesome about staying away from the oven when it's hot, and she until this point had avoided the fridge if it was open, except to try to shut the doors, even if you were in it. She's hit me with the doors several times on accident.
So there are my parenting stories for the day. Those moments of hilariousness, sassyness, and of course heart break. But that is what comes with parenting. The whole package. But let's be honest, I doubt there is a single parent out there who if answered truly would say they wouldn't have had kids. They are a blessing and one that only comes with having them. The same could be said for our parents. We love them even if we are having a hard time with them. And when we aren't, it makes it that much better. So to all the dads out there and mine especially, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DADDY!!!!
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