When it comes to parenting, some days I feel like I've won the gold. Things go smoothly from wake up to bedtime. There I am, standing on the top of the podium listening to the national anthem with a tear slowly rolling down my cheek.
Some days, I'd say it's more of a silver or a bronze day. At the end of the day, I can look back on what we've accomplished and feel proud, even if things weren't exactly perfect.
Other days, like yesterday, I feel like I never made it past the qualifying round. A rash that lead to three potty accidents, a lost reading book from school (on just the fifth day of school), I can't make perfect braids in hair before school (or ever really), a collection of laundry, dirty dishes, small messes every place I look. Little (and no-so little) things that dull the shine on my collection of hard-won parenting medals.
At least today is another day, and I can try for the gold one more time.
I admit, I sometimes find myself watching Rugrats even when mine aren't around. I just can't get enough of the kids' interpretations of big words and concepts.
Max and I have talked more than once about short-term memory loss, we like to tease each other with a simple, "Short-term memory loss!" when one of us forgets something. I have a four-year-old and a six-year-old ... what's her excuse?!
She spent the night at her aunt's house recently and when she couldn't remember something, she told her aunt, "I have short-turn memory loss." To suppress her aunt's surprise, she explained, "Sometimes when I turn around, I forget."
I adore my former boss. He was/is a great man who taught me a lot of about myself and about careers and about life in general. He's a man of very few written words -- for very good reasons. So since he's been living in other states for the past 5+ years, it's rare that I get actual emails from him. I do know, however, that he is alive and well by the regular jokes and things that he forwards to everyone on his mailing list. If a few days go by without an email, I start to wonder what's going on with him. Vacation? Busy family? Downed computer?
Today I realized two things.:
1. Right now he must be responsible for about 35% of the traffic on the entire Internet right now ... the jokes and goofy stories just keep coming and coming (making me smile each time to hear our new mail notifer: "I love you Mommy").
2. I'm sure he's sent many of these jokes and stories at least a few times before. I can only imagine him sitting there, smiling as he reads these just before he forwards them around the world, never once realizing or caring that those of us on his mailing list have seen before.