No, we are not festering beneath a pile of bugs at the present moment. In fact, the LiceEnders ladies came to my kids' public school yesterday and did not find lice on my children, just a week after we found them. But oh, what a week it has been.
You put on a pair of sensible flats because the idea of trekking around the city in heels makes you want to curl up in bed and watch Orange Is the New Black. You then take off your flats, curl up in bed, and watch Orange Is the New Black.
We've all been there. You look at your new baby and deep joy settles into your soul, but the days to come may not be exactly what you planned. The joy is soon colored by the realities of sleep deprivation, worry and more advice than any human being could ever possibly use.
Pink is my boy's favorite color. While I draw the line at hot pink walls in his bedroom, I can identify him on the ice by the pink laces in his hockey skates. Ask Noah, and he'll do his best to convince you that pink is for boys.
Being woken up in the middle of the night on occasion is one more moment, one more memory, one more incredible experience I get to have with my son. I wouldn't trade these moments for anything in this world -- not even several blissful hours of much needed sleep.
"Mommy," he piped up from the back seat in his sweet little voice, "I don't like people who have different skin color than mine." My brain sort of froze, but I stayed on the road as I gulped in discomfort.
It is no secret that our childhood has a huge impact on how we feel about ourselves as adults. And so, what better time to lay the groundwork for healthy self-esteem, self-talk and self-belief than during childhood?
I watch his hulking, itching to grow pre-teen body go. He's so far from that little boy in the crib, but there's still some baby left in there. And just like with all the milestones, this leap to teenager is bittersweet.
While there are a lot of things about life with my kids that make our reality as a family different than it would have been BC (that's, "before cancer" in our house), those things in the end are just our normal.
I recognized the heaviness and sadness to be a tremendous feeling of guilt. Guilt that I would somehow impairing or negatively impacting my children's spiritual development all in the name of a few extra winks.