If I had the time to sit quietly and think, I might spend a moment or two wondering what my kids have learned growing up in our house. I’d wonder what they’ve learned about how difficult being a parent is, the stress of being a grown up paying a mortgage and the struggle to balance a career you’re proud of with a family that defines and centers you. I especially wonder how they see a marriage. Maybe I wonder that because I grew up with divorced parents and don't really have memories of what a marriage looks like.
But my children are old enough now to be forming impressions. And they live with a married couple. A married couple that is far from perfect and regularly bickers about some seriously stupid stuff. We do periodically bicker about stuff that’s actually worth bickering about. But mostly, we just bicker about who does the dishes more often, whether or not I hid his favorite gray winter hat and why we have to fold laundry at 10pm instead of just going to bed.
|The paparazzi decided it was important that my lunch bag and a random water bottle be included in this out of focus shot.|
And then we looked over and discovered the paparazzi had been watching us.
|Why, yes, that is a giant hole in our kitchen ceiling? Can you say, "Plumbing issue?"|
Because I hope that's what my kids have learned living with us. It’s not perfect. It’s sometimes ridiculous. But there’s always love. Even when we think no one is looking.