This is what I always thought it would be like to be a parent. I could do my own thing while occasionally glancing over at my children busily playing amongst themselves. Needless to say, it hasn't been my reality thus far. I was very misinformed about what parenting was all about. I often wonder why people close to me didn't do a better job disabusing me about all my stupid ideas about parenting and what a piece of cake it would be. But then I remember that I refused to listen to anyone and was determined that they were exaggerating and not understanding how very basic parenting can be in other parts of the world. Alas, I don't live in a small village in a foreign land where children run far and wide, unsupervised, and playing with sticks and stones. Or in 1950s East Texas, where my dad and his siblings experienced basically the same thing.
So that's why this morning has been so revelatory. Our previous weekends as parents have been jam-packed with activities designed to keep us from going completely bonkers in a household of three wild children. Does this mean that I can reclaim Saturday morning and read the newspaper while the kids happily entertain themselves without serious injury? Maybe I could actually start a novel. Was it just a matter of time, and age, until my vision of parenting really kicked in? Now convincing Tori to stay home is another matter entirely...
Stay tuned.
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