Let me preface this by saying that our kids have no semblance of how to whisper. When we take them to the movies it’s usually a series of randomly blurted out of questions, random ‘I love yous’ and big belly laughs at jokes that were over their heads.
Tonight, as we were walking out of the movie, a voice from behind us remarked about how entertaining our house must be, with a laugh.
‘Oh, you bet they are’, I agreed quickly.
I needed that small reminder today, on a day that I needed the reminder from a stranger that amidst the whining, the day of lost privileges, the day I yelled too much – a day that we needed a dinner and a movie reset to end the day.
Our kids are entertaining.
It’s the entertainment that makes you forget about the hell that is 10% of raising kids. The lack of sleep, the tantrums, the kicking and screaming, the days where there’s too much yelling, childbirth – you know, the terrible stuff you go through to get the 90% of wonderful that is raising children.
Listening to Violet brag to Olivia about how she snuck out of bed and downstairs last night, got herself a piece of cake and ice cream, got the go pro camera and the duck whistle that I brought the kids back from my trip and brought it back up to our bedroom to have a snack and make the toilet shiny is nothing short of hilarious.
The fact that she wouldn’t go see a movie without a cuddly blanket and a cat tattoo, entertaining.
Last week before Olivia’s family birthday dinner I took five minutes for a quick five-minute meditation, while her cake was cooling on the counter. Five minutes later, I came back into the kitchen to a cake that was ‘decorated’ before it was iced, and missing toddler-sized hand chunks out of the cake. A couple of deep breaths later and a photo message to Jamie pleading with him to bring another cake home, and I was calm, but not entertained (at the time).
Looking back, it’s these entertaining moments that I’m going to remember. Tonight, I’m thankful for strangers that remind me that these children are nothing if not entertaining – and that I should sit back and just breathe it all in, every entertaining second.