When our kids become adolescents, their world changes so much that sometimes it feels to them that they've landed on a new planet. They are babies in this new complicated world of teen-dom. And so we need to start over, because a more complicated world calls for a more complicated language.
We want the power to freeze time and we get these devices and we think they are the answer. But they aren't. You can't freeze time. Not even with that device. What's happening is that you are not stopping time -- you're missing it.
I am a Freedom Fighter and I have fought long and hard for my OWN FREEDOM and it is here. Now is the time I raise my mommy arms in the air and breathe deeply and eat cookies alone. My hand is on the child's doorknob. I can see I can feel I can hear I can TASTE those couch cushions.
You guys. They want us to be happy. They're not saying: My dream is for my mom to be perfect. Or my dream is for my mom to be thinner or better looking. Just: My dream is for my family and my mommy to be happy.
One of the myriad problems with this parenting gig is that they save the hardest part for last. BEDTIME. Bedtime should be in the morning -- when we're fresh and kind and sweet -- and decent parenting still seems like a very real possibility.
Craig and I have a steadfast rule -- no bragging to anyone except each other or the grandparents. Basically, our rule means that we keep our mouths shut in public and then we talk in bed about how our kids are better than anyone else's kids in the whole entire world.
In short, I get to be somebody else for a while, a dental nerd in a cardigan with perfectly groomed children and I really enjoy playing that role for an hour or two. On dental mornings I become my own character foil.
And then this brilliant smile broke out on Chase's face that was the smile of a heart recognizing the truth. It was a smile of a promise kept. It was the best smile I have ever seen, on any of my children.