“Not for the faint of heart!” I mouth to a man I went to high school with over 20 years ago. We stand in the locker room at the local YMCA, trying to talk over and around our children. He, pants and no top, is leaving swimming lessons with his young daughter, also pants and no top, while I am arriving, fully dressed for winter with my six-year-old son, also fully dressed for winter. He gestures widely with his hands, indicating, “all of this”, and by that he means, chaos. A type of chaos that is unknowable unless it is yours. And every parent has a different type of chaos, equally beautiful and impossibly difficult, but there is always chaos.
I read this with relief “while I am still suffering from whatever virus du jour he has brought home from school.” My son is 15 thé bugs and germs and viruses, the sleepless nights and the worry never end! So “No. Parenting is not for the faint of heart.” I so so agree!
Great writing, honest and poignant too… bon courage pour la suite! As we say hère… x
Ahh, je ne savais pas! Je suis dans l’Aveyron, région Occitanie, normalement le SW mais c’est juste! Et vu le temps qu’il fait on pourrait croire qu’on n'a jamais quitté l'Irlande !
I read this with relief “while I am still suffering from whatever virus du jour he has brought home from school.” My son is 15 thé bugs and germs and viruses, the sleepless nights and the worry never end! So “No. Parenting is not for the faint of heart.” I so so agree!
Great writing, honest and poignant too… bon courage pour la suite! As we say hère… x
On le dit ici aussi! Bon courage et bonne chance, lol! Vous etes ou? En Quebec, NB, ou en France?!
Ahh, je ne savais pas! Je suis dans l’Aveyron, région Occitanie, normalement le SW mais c’est juste! Et vu le temps qu’il fait on pourrait croire qu’on n'a jamais quitté l'Irlande !