In Minnesota we are famous for complaining about the weather. We complain when it’s too cold. We complain when it’s too hot. You rarely hear the latter from me. But I am going to complain about this long bout of cold and raining weather we are […]
Month: April 2016
Parenthood is HARD.
It’s messy. The job is never done. Sometimes you feel like you have no control. It’s overwhelming. Sometimes it doesn’t go as planned. But all those hard moments are totally worth it. They are worth it because along with those moments, come the magical moments. The oh-so-special moments that make you grin from ear to ear and radiate happiness.
It’s in those moments that your heart feels full. You can’t peel your eyes away. The entire world melts and all you can see or hear or feel is that moment. It’s these moments that make parenthood the best job in the entire world.
This past week my little family was vacationing in California. After three days of slightly cold weather and rain, I was a bit bummed. Yes, I was enjoying myself and we were making the best of it, but it wasn’t what I had imagined it would be. When we planned our vacation, we planned to spend it entirely outside under the California sun. Every activity was outside. So the rain really put a damper on things. We had to switch it up and make new plans indoors, on the fly.
Late afternoon on our fourth day, the rain stopped and the sun began to shine. We were already in Laguna at the beach, enjoying California despite the weather. When all of a sudden, completely out of the blue and unbeknownst to us, the sun peeked out. It was a glorious moment. My heart felt happy.
But not just because of the sun. Because of what happened next.
We spent the entire evening playing at the beach. Running from the water as the tides came higher and higher on the shore. Chasing the birds and watching them fly away. Writing our names in the sand. Simply soaking in the sunshine we hadn’t felt in way too long.
The moment meant the world to me. It was the vacation I planned. The one I wanted. I do not remember every moment, but I remember the overwhelming joy that swept over me. Watching Atlas play. Watching him and his daddy jump up from the water in an attempt not to get wet. A failed attempt. By the end of the evening all of our jeans were soaked.
The image of Atlas refusing to put his feet in the sand will stay with me forever. He wanted nothing to do with it, at first. We would attempt to put him down and he would just hover above the sand. If we set him in it, he would cry and reach up for us. It was “icky” and “ew”. Although it wasn’t the night before. Even so, experiencing everything from the arms of mommy or daddy, he loved the beach. It might have made the day even sweeter. He conquered the fear after about an hour, but only for a short while. Thank goodness for water shoes.
When I think back to 2016 California, this is what I want to remember. Us, just being us, on a beach under the sun. That’s doing California right.
For Easter, our little family spent the day with my family. I realize that sentence sounds really odd, but you get what I’m saying. The best part was the Easter egg hunt. I’m beginning to realize just why holidays are so much fun with kids. The food is fabulous, and seeing everyone is great. But man, the holiday fun with kids is just the best.
Every holiday has its own sort of fun. Christmas has presents from Santa. Halloween has costumes and trick-or-treating. I’m not exactly sure what Thanksgiving has yet… but Easter is climbing its way to the top of my list. Don’t get me wrong, opening presents is always fun. Dressing up is a blast. But, THE HUNT. The serious look on Atty’s face when he is searching for eggs. The way his eyes light up when he spots one. The squeal of excitement when he shakes it and hears the candy inside. I melt.
Even better, is the look on my parent’s faces when all this is happening. They have the same excitement painted on their faces as my one and half-year old. And THAT. That is precious. Every time he found an egg, they’d cheer. When he was looking, they were guiding him. And, of course, every time he shook the egg and heard the candy, he’d run to one of them to open it. Then he’d eat all the candy.
Since this was a our third egg hunt of the season, he knew exactly what he was doing. We didn’t put the eggs out right away in the morning; we wanted to wait until my sister and soon-to-be brother-in-law were there. So, we waited to hide the eggs during Atlas’ nap and had the hunt afterwards. When he finally got up – everyone was impatiently waiting – he didn’t notice the eggs right away. But once he found the first one, he didn’t stop.
I think the funniest part of the afternoon was when he found an egg that my mother had put a pair of socks in. We discussed previously, how not every egg needed to be filled with candy. At his age, he doesn’t need candy at all, but where’s the fun in that. So we settled on a mixture. Some had candy, some had toys, and some had socks. He shook the egg and didn’t hear the rattle he was used to. So, he brought it over to Grandma to investigate. When she opened it, he said no and immediately turned to go find another egg. Thankfully, we got it on video, so you can see just how funny his reaction really was.
There is nothing sweeter than a child’s love for his grandparents. Seriously. Insert all the heart-eyed emojis here. Not even all the candy they let him eat on Easter. And that was a lot. A LOT of candy.
I hope you all had holidays just as sweet.