The Math & A Giveaway!
It has been over two months now since we moved from Texas to California. We keep meeting new people and are slowly sliding into different social groups. The same questions pop up at many places "What brings you to California?" ; "Do you work or stay at home?"; "Have you bought or are you leasing?" So on......... I have clear, distinct answers to each. No, the questions don't make me uncomfortable. In fact, I'm glad I get to share my perspective on my choices. A few days ago, the math about bringing up kids hit me and I find my decisions revolve so much around filling up these years with fond, lasting memories. Children aren't like the furniture in your living room that would stay with you for years or generations even, demanding only the regular dusting and maybe a fix or two. Their childhood comes with a shelf life - 10 years, IMO. Here's the math - By 18, they are off to college. The first four years are gone in changing diapers, sleepless nights, potty training, teething ........ The last four begin when they are 14, when kids naturally prepare you to get less and less used to having them around. They spend more time with their friends, more time exploring opportunities, challenges and excitement in the world around them. It is natural, they must! That leaves a childhood of just 10 years. Just 10 years for parents to make decisions, choices, mistakes, build bonds, fill memories, instill values, cherish successes, hold hands, tell bed time stories, play silly games, cuddle, step on toys, walk to school, pat to sleep.......... It gave me a sense of urgency that neither a career nor the size of my house could, ever. Those can wait. Nice to have, but not urgent. Parenting time and distance are reversely proportional. As our time with them decreases, the distance increases. Again, though painful, it is inevitable. A day will come, and soon, when they would need to be away and we as parents spend lesser and lesser time with them. When the playground pranks and homework groans would fade into memory. When backyard brawls are replaced by the sound of a bird or two, when kids grow up to become people and are filled with enough worldliness that the same hands that asked for more, would politely refuse. The same voices that rebel and refuse will politely smile and accept. And by then, I really wouldn't need that job nor the house - right?
What is it about your child/children that you wish lasted forever?
I'll get you started with mine - I wish their sounds in my house (laughter, screams, fights, chatter.......) forever.
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