…logic flies

To me:
Contrary to my parenting manual, logic is not what keeps the children from being pills, but rather, it is the bitter pill you have to swallow for having birthed them to begin with. T.

I’m stumbling along the road less taken down the winding parenting path—the one I thought would allow me to loiter with the child. I expected a meandering pathway to greater understanding, with hills and valleys in plain view and plenty of time to reconnoiter.

Unfortunately, the freeway I ended up on is perfectly suited to me—skidding past stop signs at a ducking, dodging, feverish pace, with detours for peanut butter, and freeze pops. An average day is enlivened with explorations and experiments and only interrupted by scatological[1] moments and the ongoing excitement of each new discovery.

The rudimentary nature of the journey can become so boring as to be physically exhausting and mentally draining, so I shake it up sometimes. I drive a different route to school, whip up a flavorfully new smoothie for breakfast and then … baby look out ‘cause that is when I live a little!

To me,
If I’m not careful, I find that the soothing sameness of television becomes overwhelming and I discover that it can be watched just as successfully from inside the bed. Locking the door with both of us inside, takes care of the supervision situation. Save me from myself, T

Every day I try to rededicate myself to the importance of the mission, by reminding myself of the long-term benefits and the ultimate goal.

Reality Bite: …which is to keep from foisting an alien onto an unsuspecting society. We’ll see.

[1] Potty, sorry, I couldn’t resist another moment of big people talk.