But sometimes they do



    Not that my blog is any sort of a democracy, but just for the record, I get that you don’t like its title. Totally understand, actually. Even agree.




    But I’m not changing it.




    I considered repasting the first posting to get this point across, but instead, I’ll just reiterate.




    I am sorry about its title. Mostly because I hate that word (see, I can’t even say it, most days)  In fact, prior to the decision to name it as such, there had only been a single instance in my life when I thought that the word “suck” was THE most appropriate word choice in the English language (even raising teenagers still pales in comparison). However, the level of frustration I reach as a parent on a pretty regular basis, combined with deadened brain cells and kid-induced restless sleep has left me with a dearth in vocabulary selection. I’d like to use another word. Just don’t have one.




    You just have to understand –this isn’t what we signed up for. We wanted those cute little guys in the pages of Parent Magazine: babies, toddlers, preschoolers. We could handle colic and night terrors and even those not-so-terrible-twos. Baking cupcakes for the whole third grade class -piece of cake. Riding the bus on the hours-long route to the fifth-grade field trip –let the little darlings scream and sing away. Hours on fields, in rain –and snow. Let it snow. Climbing Mount Manadnock in 95 degree weather just to reach the top with the sixth-grader -worth every upward inch.




    It’s just all this other stuff. It’s a roller coaster ride over which we have absolutely no control. The girl dramas, the boy idiocies.  All the bad decisions of my own kids and all those other kids to whom I’m way too connected.




    Usually it’s the day-to-day stuff. The us always telling and the them never doing. I never thought I’d be one to sign onto an Us vs. Them mindset. But here I am. Circle the wagons. Unless we gather our defenses, we don’t stand a chance.




    Stupid stuff really. Most of it genuinely not worth losing sleep over.




    But –




    Some of it is. Some of it’s scary.




    And the problem is we have no crystal balls. If we did, then we could look into that misty future where some aged version of ourselves is uttering the words: it was all worth it.




    So until I’m at the other end of the tunnel, I take whatever pinpricks of light I can find along the way. I’ll seek sanity where I can -vent to a few, blog to a few more.




    And, I’ll keep the title –because sometimes, they really do.

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2 thoughts on “But sometimes they do

  1. Yes they do, sometimes. But, more importantly, in order for me to be attracted to read a blog, it must grab my attention and the title Kidssuck does just that. The Joys of motherhood, Great kids etc would not cause me to read. The truth is if you can get past the title the blogs the author posts are insightful, reflective,full of wisdom and are FUNNY, something we need more of. I believe that not all children are perfect, and neither are we adults…oops my children are adults, sort of, sometimes, maybe. Get over how important you think you are, and how perfect your children are, and have a few thoughtful minutes and some laughter and read: Kidssuck.

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