Parenting for Dummies – Chapter 1, page 1, sentence 1, word 1:
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.
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.
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!”|