Often I am challenged with how much to expose my children to the ugliness of the world. There is definitely a fine line between preparing them and scaring the kid out of them.
Our morning conversation turned to the ridiculousness of the hour at which the goose must rise for school, as usual. I heard myself say, “life isn’t fair.” I told her that when my alarm goes off and I am tempted to rip it from the wall and wail at the unfairness of it all, I count my blessings instead. I paused for a minute and then decided to move forward with sharing my thought process. I told her of my sick friend who would give anything to be guaranteed a spot in the future to get her oldest child to middle school. In telling her I reminded myself that life truly isn’t fair, but I will take my absurd wake up call because someone has it much worse. She paused, looked at me very seriously and asked, “you think you’re lucky to get up with me?”
Not missing a beat, I responded, “I am the luckiest.”
We sat at the table looking at each other.
Then she asked, in all earnestness, “can you make yourself fart?”
“hmmmm, it’s about 50/50”,I replied.
That’s parenting man. Hell, that’s life. Keep your eyes open. Be vigilant. I wouldn’t have wanted to miss any part of this mornings conversation. They say that kids are resilient. We all are if we allow ourselves to be. Only when we are willing, can we truly experience all that life has to offer. It’s not just rainbows and lollipops, but it’s not all doom and gloom either.
I saw a quote recently that said, “grace isn’t a little prayer you chant before you eat, it’s a way to live.”
I will wake with grace, because I am able. I will fall with grace, because I know there is someone there to catch me. I will answer questions about farts with grace because that is my job, and I know how lucky I am to be gainfully employed.