The other day the wife and I stood up from a two-hour session of financial budget crunching and strategery to stretch, high five over renewed resolutions and try to ignore the suckness that is adulthood.
It was about that time our boy came down stairs to inform us of his struggles with having to give up half the pack of gum (per my request) to his beloved sister.
This would eliminate two whole pieces of gum from the boy’s life.
Two…
Pieces of gum…
Causing much sadness, regret, torture and just outright anger.
Gum.
For shit-sake…GUM!!
It’s moments like this that you want grab the precious little angel by the neck, strap him in a chair and introduce him to the vicious world of bills, jobs, commuting, groceries, dogs shitting all over your yard, babysitter fees, and taking a shower hoping for sex only to find out tonight’s “Netflix’s mega-shownight!!” only to find out hours later that your wife made that whole damn naming convention up.
There are times when the girl is breaking down because we want to comb her hair so random lice-infested birds flying by don’t claim her furry skull as a future home.
There are times when the boy can’t believe his father met him at the school bus in his 1991 shiny blue running tights and shirt picturing a huge sandwich with SILF written under it.
I remember as a kid believing my world was going to end because I had to wear a pair of “jams” my mom made that puffed out in the front like I had a “butt in front.”
I was devastated.
Probably the most common phrase ever muttered between parents is “if only I knew how miniscule my problems were as a kid.”
But we still appreciate them and understand them because we were once there.
We panicked when we walked into school with the knock-off Members Only jacket.
I freaked when kids called me names on the soccer field.
For shit sake my most favorite song for years was “The Rainbow Connection” by Kermit the fucking Frog!!
But I keep telling myself and the kids…this time…is just a blip on the radar of your life.
Years from now we’ll be drinking beers at a pub with the kids while laughing over the fact they’d fight over some dorky game called Angry Birds.
Or that the kid who bullied them in the school bathroom now pummels their Facebook page with Amway products.
The hardest part is not telling your kids to let the bullshit parts of childhood roll off their backs…it’s instilling the strength in them to believe in themselves.
I for one am guilty as hell of that.
