We just wrapped up a week's visit with my parents, our first trip north in about four years. It was great to see my 12 year old getting up early to help his grandma make breakfast, our youngest curled up on her grandfather's lap, both desperately fighting against the heavy eyelids after a long day. Just wonderful. I soaked it all in, kno…
We just wrapped up a week's visit with my parents, our first trip north in about four years. It was great to see my 12 year old getting up early to help his grandma make breakfast, our youngest curled up on her grandfather's lap, both desperately fighting against the heavy eyelids after a long day. Just wonderful. I soaked it all in, knowing that before long, the kids would be too old to enjoy such simple pleasures. They didn't know that these peaceful moments were treasured memories, they were just what one does on a lazy Thursday.
Well, everything was wrapped up, the car was packed for our trek to the airport, and after hugs and well wishes for safe travel, you know there had to be a fight over who opened the door and got to leave first. Mom intervened, and forbade children from the entryway, and I felt compelled to apologize to my dad for all the years I did the same with my sister.
I once sat there with my dad and said "how did you put up with [my brother and I]" he just smiled and said "you were fine." I secretly think he enjoys watching my kids fight and drive me insane.
We just wrapped up a week's visit with my parents, our first trip north in about four years. It was great to see my 12 year old getting up early to help his grandma make breakfast, our youngest curled up on her grandfather's lap, both desperately fighting against the heavy eyelids after a long day. Just wonderful. I soaked it all in, knowing that before long, the kids would be too old to enjoy such simple pleasures. They didn't know that these peaceful moments were treasured memories, they were just what one does on a lazy Thursday.
Well, everything was wrapped up, the car was packed for our trek to the airport, and after hugs and well wishes for safe travel, you know there had to be a fight over who opened the door and got to leave first. Mom intervened, and forbade children from the entryway, and I felt compelled to apologize to my dad for all the years I did the same with my sister.
I once sat there with my dad and said "how did you put up with [my brother and I]" he just smiled and said "you were fine." I secretly think he enjoys watching my kids fight and drive me insane.