Posts Tagged ‘Parenthood’

I Worry About These Things Sometimes

November 17, 2020

As a parent I never want to punish my child for something outside of their control, but I am painfully aware that the Universe isn’t always as forgiving.

The Challenge Is Real

September 8, 2020

Only now that I’m an adult and a parent can I fully appreciate just how difficult it is for a child to let their parent(s) sleep.

And That’s What I Did

September 4, 2020

Sometimes as a parent I have to admit that I end up asking myself, “What would Mister Rogers do?”, and I always (and I mean always) end up looking the worse for the comparison.

But last night when I was woken up by my son at three in the morning because he was “super hungry” and asking for popcorn, then when accommodated he promptly made a loud “Bleagh!” while proclaiming equally loudly that he didn’t want to eat anything after all, and when I asked myself that question again, something different happened this time. I could almost hear Mister Rogers saying, “I would never have sung songs about what to do when you’re angry if I’d never felt anger myself. I suggest you go back to sleep now.”

Point To The Boy For That One

July 28, 2020

Yesterday the “Not-So-Brave Hero” was sighted around here, and (for some reason) he was being attacked by soldiers, leading to the following exchange:

The Not-So-Brave Hero (a.k.a., me): Why are you even attacking me in the first place? What are you, some kind of heedless horseman?!

Soldier #1 (a.k.a., my son): I don’t even have a horse, so that makes me a “steedless” horseman!

When He’s Right, He’s Right

April 15, 2020

Today my son asked if he could have some more orange slices, but this time could I “set them closer to him.”

“Okaaaay!”  I gleefully told him, which really should have warn him, then I carefully balanced the plastic bowl with the orange slices on top of his head so he wouldn’t forget about them like he had the previous slices.

He sighed softly.  “This is a one time joke, right?” he asked me.  “Because it wouldn’t be funny a second time.”

A Confession

April 6, 2020

Look, I don’t have anything good to say today (I’ve got plenty of “not good” things I could say, but I’m just not in the mood.), and my son is waiting for me to be free to play with him, so I’m going to do that instead of sit here any longer.

Maybe I Should Buy Him A Hat

February 10, 2020

My son:  Yammer, yammer, yammer, yammer, yammer . . . 

Me:  (Glancing at the sky, then at my son’s mother)  I’m glad the sun’s starting to go down; I’d hate for the boy to sunburn his tongue.

It Was Like A Christmas Miracle

December 19, 2019

“Dad, I’m stuck,” my son told me this morning.

Glancing over my shoulder at his “predicament,” I found myself doubting that since we’d played this game before.  “Then this would be a good time to figure out how to get yourself unstuck,” I told him.

“Can you help me?” he asked.

“I think I can,” I replied.  “I’m going to give you motivation to get yourself unstuck.  You work on that while I go poke around in your room for a bit.”

“I’m unstuck!” he announced even before I had fully gotten out of my chair.

He Agreed That Was One Really Good Reason Not To Eat

November 12, 2019

Today L. and I were talking about how to evaluate situations, solutions, etc. by their pros and cons.  Recognizing that “quality vs. quantity” can come into play in making those decisions, my son asked me for an example of a situation with a lot of pros, but with one large con.

“Imagine you’ve been invited to a banquet in your honor,” I told him.  “All your favorite foods have been prepared, and they’re all done to perfection.  Everything looks amazing, smells amazing, tastes amazing, and so on.  That’s a lot of pros, right?”

L. nodded.

“The con is that everything has been poisoned,” I said with a chuckle.

And We Were Both Okay With That . . . More Or Less

November 5, 2019

“Are you ready for school?” I asked my son this morning.

There was no verbal answer from him, but his body language answered my question clearly enough.

“Not really thrilled with the idea, huh?”

“Not really,” he agreed.

Feeling the same way, I nodded in understanding.  “Well . . .” I said, “let’s get started anyway and see how it goes.”

“Are you saying ready or not it’s time for school?” my son asked me.

“I prefer ‘ready or not, here school comes,'” I admitted with a chuckle, “but that’s more or less what I’m saying, yes.”