Friday, December 11, 2009

From the mouths of babes

Children can be unknowingly insightful, especially when they are trying their best to be sassy.

Case in point: Carlie was attempting to work herself into a frenzy over something inconsequential the other day. I can't remember what it is. Oh, wait. Yes, I can. It was 22 degrees outside and she was going to school barelegged in a skort (school uniform) with no-show socks. No tights. No knee socks. And a sweatshirt. No coat.

We went back and forth in the universal and age-old struggle of mother vs. daughter until father (Tim) intervened with an oh so paternal and therapist-y "Let her freeze! Let's go!"

Having won that round, Carlie then decided that the taste of Sucrets, which she begged for the night before for her sore throat and which I had braved the arctic blast to procure for her, was a foul and heinous attempt on my part to poison her. And also that I had (a) bought the *wrong ones* (b) bought the gross ones, not the good ones and (c) done it all on purpose. She wanted to spit it out. I demanded she continue to suck. She wanted to spit it out. I demanded she continue to suck. You can see that this is going really well and also? That I am an excellent parent in the early morning hours before school.

In my best patient mommy voice, I said, "Welcome to adulthood. Medicine is nasty. It's not candy. Get used to it. This is what it's like being a grownup. Everything is not coated in sugar and it sucks." Because I am full of the wisdom like that.

And her response was, "At least when you're a grownup you get to make your own choices."

Which left me kind of stumped. Because I'm a grownup. And I guess, *technically*, I get to make my own choices, yet I am quite unhappy with my lot in life right now. What good are choices? I *choose* to sell my house and move, yet no one buys it. I *choose* to pretend it's not Christmas, yet society barrels onward and I'm swept up in the mayhem. So choices schmoices.

But I guess it is up to me to turn that technicality into a reality and choose to make the best of the entire fucked up situation. Which is what I am choosing to do. Right now. At 5 a.m., in the midst of another round of the insomnia game. I've been all about the negativity lately -- the perfect storm of holiday blues, unsold house and crappy work issues. But today, at 5 a.m., I am choosing to embrace the good stuff. At least for one day.

My children are healthy. My marriage is happy. Tim and I are both gainfully employed. We have a warm roof over our heads and food in the pantry.

Enough said.


Cat said...

Don't tell Carlie, but childhood does sort of suck when it comes to people telling what to do all of the time. I like adulthood much better.

Anna See said...

Amen! I just love this. My kids are afraid to grow up b/c they think it'll suck so much. I guess I haven't been portraying it as sunshine and roses...

HB said...

So with no kids around, can I apply that logic to my husband?

And I have to agree on the I have a lot to be thankful for side - it's snowing which means I get to drink port!!