Watching the three tumbling bodies wrestle on the rug last night, it struck me: “They will never be this little again…” and then the follow up thought: “Thank goodness”.
It had been a rough afternoon of tantrums and parenting battles, arguments and rages. What had started off as special experiences – going to visit Dave at his ‘coffice’ (the corner table at McCafe) and getting Eli fitted for his new school uniform – turned ugly when one child lost a helium balloon and another couldn’t bring himself to detach from his precious new clothes. We all became the worst versions of ourselves….at the same time.
Sometimes, the journey feels like forever. The tough parts linger and sting on reflection, I cringe as I recall words spoken that can’t be taken back. We try to recover, apologise, push aside the insidious reach of shame… but it isn’t always easy.
Other times photos flash up on the screen and I see Time speeding past. Moments that felt like yesterday now months or years in the past. I hope that I can reflect back on this stage of life well, that I will be satisfied that I did all I could to savour the moments, show love and grace, instil valuable principles and demonstrate patience. I guess I have to accept that some days will be better than others, and that the way we respond after our mistakes is often more important than the initial stumble.
This post is part of the Five Minute Friday challenge that I’m participating in along with a talented community of other writers. We free write for five minutes each Friday in accordance with a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘journey’.