Pre-bedtime dance parties can be super fun. They can also be dangerous. Tonight, after finally hooking up a radio in the boys’ room, Ethan was so excited to hear the Biebs that he jumped right into my mouth. Like his head collided into my chin. I got a fat, bloody lip and my teeth are still hurting.
And it got me thinking about how wonderful parenting is while simultaneously being painful. There’s no better lesson about how life is a journey with the good, the bad and the ugly like having kids.
We have so, SO much to be thankful for, and there are good, happy, joyful moments every day. But there are also hard, disappointing, try-my-patience-for-the-umpteenth-time and – yes – painful moments almost daily as well. In the words of Clark W. Griswold, “It’s all part of the experience.”
My kids are 8, 7 and 3 now. They’re not old, but they’re not young. I’ve struggled about whether to blog about so many things because now that they’re getting older, I want to respect who they are becoming and I don’t want to share things with the world that might be too personal. Everyone knows two-year-olds are crazy, demanding Hitlers, so it is funny to write about them. But when those two-year-olds are 8 and they tantrum, or are 7 and cry over every little thing, it seems like stepping over a line a little to write about them and their struggles. (This is partly why I simply haven’t blogged much.) But in order to be authentic, you have to be real about all parts of life. And the reality of having children is that it’s messy. And painful. Physically painful sometimes, yes. Emotionally painful, absolutely. Mentally painful, you bet.
So if you’re embarking on this parenting journey, you’re in for quite the ride. If you have a crazy labor and delivery story (like just about every woman I know), I can relate to your pain. And I can also honestly say it’s just beginning.
But it is all so very worth it. There’s no one I’d rather dance with at 7:30 at night to “Sorry” than over-exuberant Ethan. Even if it means I’ll get a fat lip. I’d do it again tomorrow night in a heartbeat.