Parenting is No Joke!

Parenting is no laughing matter. It is such serious work that you can not turn a corner without wondering if your child preferred to walk straight. The tight grip of responsibility always dangling from your neck, legs or sitting on your feet while you use the bathroom. The ever present knowledge that you could mess it all up, and the reminders from everyone that you probably already have. Parenting is sober work, although, I prefer to parent with a sidecar of champagne. It comes with immense pressure and no manuals. If you seek out a manual, you will be bombarded with the words of physicians, psychologists and know-it-alls. Avert your eyes from the internet, if you can. Advice is more muddied, muddled and fractured there.

Parenting for Dummies – Chapter 1, page 1, sentence 1, word 1:

Laugh.

Parenting is nothing if not humorous. It is absurd. It is ludicrous. It is an endless loop of trials, fails and successes wrapped in the scent of honesty from the week old diaper you just discovered trapped between the crib and wall. It begs that you search for reason where no reason can be found. People mock and spit from the sidelines as you try, desperately, to grab the bull by its horns or feed it a sandwich with crusts still attached.

You are either too soft or too strict. You are too involved or too lackadaisical. You are too this or too that. Malarkey.

Laugh.

When riding a mechanical bull, it’s best to have had a few drinks with friends for courage and longevity. You hold on for dear life, laugh, throw your head back and enjoy the ride. You will fall. You will fail to tame the wild beast, but, you will get back on and continue until your long, and sometimes torturous, ride is over. Then, do you know what you do? You cheer on the next rider from the sidelines. You hoot, holler and clap. You reach a hand out to help a fallen comrade. You literally or figuratively smack their rear with outstretched hands or words of support. You clap wildly as they jump back on the bull. That’s the best we can offer each other. We’re all doing what we can with what we have to tame our bulls.

Laugh.

In my home, laughter is the only medicine for a lifetime supply of wondering just how incorrectly I’m proceeding in this very earnest age of parenting.  In this business, it’s best to mind your own and enjoy a hefty glass of humorous perspective each day. I prescribe it to myself in spite of calls from the professionals that I give my work more weight alongside gentle reminders that parenting is no laughing matter. I disagree.

Laugh. Often. Loudly. Laugh

“I said NO CRUSTS!”




Comments

  1. Girl, I so needed this reminder, as I am the mother who can suck the joy out of eating an ice cream cone. So true – something that would solve much of the daily stress of parenting.

  2. If you don’t laugh, you cry. And that’s just not nearly as fun. Great post!

  3. 🙂 is it wrong to laugh at other parents too?? Because I do. I also laugh at the ridiculous excuses people give as to why their kids are jerks… Just sayin… Sometimes kids are just jerks… You have to keep laughing!! Great post!

  4. Love this analogy, as I’m with Keesha is the ability to suck the joy out of eating an ice cream cone, or so it feels lately. I need to get my ass on the bull and hoot-n-holler! Or… something. You know what I mean.

  5. So true about laughing and I will that most times all I can do is laugh from keep from crying. Kids will wear you down every chance they get though and could so relate to this post!!

  6. “I said NO CRUSTS!” – Love it!

  7. I love the perspective you cram into one post. Genius lady! Cheers, Devan

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