The end of school and beginning of summer brings out the best and the worst of us all. And sometimes the worst makes the best, most honest, material.
That was definitely the case this short week.
And here are my top 5 picks of the best things I saw in the parenting blog world this last week of May.
He says what I’m thinking.
There are people who say this to me: “You should enjoy every moment now! They grow up so fast!”
I usually smile and give some sort of guffaw, but inside, I secretly want to hold them under water. Just for a minute or so. Just until they panic a little.
She says what we’re all thinking.
“Then Ben tells me Tuesday that he needs a Ben Franklin costume for the Living History Museum today, and I’m like what fresh hell is this?? I have no idea how I missed the correspondence on this (because I’m not checking backpacks is just a theory), but Brandon is the Costume and Project Parent and I am the Daily Grinder, which is a division of labor we agreed on to ensure our kids actually graduate one day and move out, but he is out of town on a mancation, so this is on me. I cannot even handle signing a folder in late May; a colonial costume is cause for full, unrestrained despair.”
This is one of the most honest pieces I’ve read in a while.
“I’m a stay at home dad. I’m a feminist. I have erotic thoughts about random women I pass on the street. How can I stop that?”
Liz always gets right to the heart of it.
“I don’t think children’s minds will work this way forever. I think like tooth fairies and elves under the bed and the belief that anyone can grow up to be an astronaut-princess-kindergarten teacher that some very beautiful aspects of childhood give way to adolescence and there’s nothing we can do about it. The moment will change. The longing or resentment may kick in. They will become more like us. They may need that sweater after all.
But for now…there is now.”
Rebecca made me fall in love with her precious dog Cooper, right as she was saying goodbye to him.
“Life has a way of pushing us up against deadlines, especially those of us who struggle with them. I mourn our first moments together in the back of my car and the last ones, at the clinic with his head in my hands. I wonder how people do this. How my mother did this with our dog, Dexter. How my friends have done this with their pets. How every day people say goodbye to each other and the creatures who take care of them.”