Browsing through instagram before bed and stumbling on colored ice cubes made for St. Patricks Day, I immediately blurted out something like ‘crap, I didn’t do anything for the kids for St. Patrick’s Day. I didn’t even make green pancakes, or get some sprinkles or make rainbow ice cubes or buy golden coins from the bulk barn. Olivia is probably learning more at School about St. Patrick’s day than we’ve ever taught her in her entire life, what the hell does it even celebrate?
Just about to get out of bed and put that collection of food coloring in the pantry to use, because last year we had green waffles and sprinkles, and rainbow fruit –
He stopped me.
‘Shut up. The kids don’t even care. Just take them to the park’.
Remember the Incredibles? The super hero guy is all ‘if everyone’s super, than no one will be super’. These small holidays, they are kind of like that, he’s come to realize.
He said that he hears ‘this is the best day ever’ a few times a month, and creating things like rainbow pancakes, ice cube or green themed food isn’t doing anything for the other stuff that needs to get done, and just creates extra work – that doesn’t even need to be there and eventually takes away from the real special stuff.
Those rainbow pancakes? Save them for a morning when there should really be rainbow pancakes. Like their birthday. St. Patricks day? Shut up and just take the kids to the playground, they don’t care.
He’s right. He’s blunt. That’s why I love him.