Regarding Parenting

I'm not very good at it. But sometimes I'm great. It's a bipolar kind of thing this weird parenting role. I write this because I was sitting at the kitchen table (i.e. "working" HA) and looking out the window at a beautiful fall day...thinking about the horrendous screams that accompanied my car ride to drop Joey off at school today. Twas not a great drop off. It occurred to me that maybe someday you (Ben or Joe) would read this blog and be feeling at the time like you were not a good parent. The answer is that you probably aren't because you learned how to be a parent from me. That's the bad news. The good news is that parenting is a never ending job...which was proven when I called my own mom this morning after dropping off screaming Joe to lament my crabby kid and ask her what I have done to ruin him...which is good news because you can screw up one day and you are (usually) blessed to have another day to try it all again. Some days are great days and some not so much. It would be boring if every day was a good day, right? Right? There really is no point to my ramblings other than to note that Joe was equal parts awesome this morning (when we made homemade waffles together) and rotten (when he screamed at me for daring to dress him in weather appropriate clothing, i.e. long sleeves and a sweatshirt). The good news...I didn't lose my cool and got to rock out to some awesome music as I cranked it louder and louder to drown out the fit from the backseat. The other good news, probably the best news, is that my love for the Joe Bug never waivered during that whole wicked episode. Not even a bit. Parenting is crazy like that. No matter how nuts my kiddos make me, they are still all mine, I probably made them nuts to begin with, and I would rather revel in their craziness then be without it. I love them without end, without reason, without waivering. Parenting is cool.