This Delightful post from Okay, Fine, Dammit had me rolling but then I came to the comments. They were fantastic. These are the things that make me love being a parent. The sheer camaraderie of knowing that your child makes you look like a total ass, and that there are thousands of other people out there experiencing the same thing; that's the stuff that dreams are made of!
My kids are almost past that stage of embarrassing me by the words that they use, but they find other ways.
A couple days ago (Wednesday) my foster son announced to the people that decide his future, that he had not completed several of his classes, that he is on academic probation, and that his financial aid is suspended.....all before he told me. So there we all were, on a conference call that decides his destiny, and I am silently smacking him upside the head. His defense? "Well, I didn't lie to you....I just didn't tell you."
I thank god for those moments of stuffing OB tampons up their noses when company is over, when they ask someone why they have man-boobs, when they announce at parent-teacher conferences that I had tried to get out of coming....they prepared me for days like last Wednesday.
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I know, weren't the comments awesome? You hit it on the head, all that camaraderie made me feel a whole lot better.
And yes, I can't imagine how much harder it's going to get. I guess that's what these years of early parenting are all about... growing layer after layer after layer of skin. ;)
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