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The Tale of the Reason Why

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Young people who are considering their life’s course, people who do not have kids and don’t want them, people who have kids — all have asked the same question — Why have kids? I will tell you why with this story:

The other day I was in the shower when I heard the door open and sensed a little person had entered the bathroom. I peeked around the curtain to see my preschooler clad in a paper crown made at Sunday School and placing a fire truck, a dump truck and a turtle on the floor in a precise line. She then got herself settled onto her potty. It was at this point that I alerted her to my peeking and said “Hi”. She said, “Hey, give me my pribacy” (I thought, hey, great time to teach ‘irony’, but let it slide).

But, this, this is why you have kids. Forget things like biological clocks, leaving a legacy, continuing the species, blah, blah, blah. How much more interesting is life when you can peek out of your shower curtain to see such a delight as the above scene?

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The Tale of the Hostage Note

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It has dawned on me that I have Stockholm Syndrome. I can’t believe it has taken me this long to realize that I am being held hostage by two tiny terrorists. And instead of looking for escape, I cover them with hugs and kisses. No more. I have realized, I can walk, I would be wildly unpopular, but I can walk. So instead of constantly meeting their endless lists of demands, I have come up with a list of my own.

The (sad) reality is, you, my dear captors, can treat me however you want and I will still meet your demands. I will get up at night every time you call. I will serve you endless meals and get you countless cups of juice or milk. I will read you books, wipe your tush, and carry you all over God’s green earth. And all I really ask for in return is the privilege to keep on doing so – to always be your Mom. Maybe the occasional hug and kiss. And how about some artwork for the fridge. And maybe you could have an extraordinary talent that I could brag to my friends about. And maybe once a month I could have a hot bath…..