NaBloPoMo: The Best Part of Parenting

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The best part of parenting has been discovering the world all over again. See, my childhood was filled with fear. I did not know how to relax and always remained on alert. Alert was my normal state of being. I had to be careful not to set off one or both of my parents, try to do what I could to escape abuse, learn how to hide physical and emotional pain. So, when I made the decision to parent I was determined to be the best parent I could be. Not perfect. Just do the best I could. I promised my little humans, I would try to remember how curious I was and what it felt like to want to explore and learn how things worked. The importance of making sure they heard more laughing than yelling and more forgiveness than anger was paramount. It was critical for me to remember how frightening it could be when I had to figure things out on my own or felt like everything was my fault. I was determined to change that for the people God had entrusted us to guide and raise.

So when I think about the BEST part of parenting it is the questions like, “why can’t we see our own eyeballs?”, and the beautiful gift rock I still keep on my mantle over fourteen years after my oldest son first saw it’s beauty and thought of sharing it with his mama as a present. It is the memories of our in-house ‘mountain climber’ who used the, stools, counters and cabinets for practice and traveled the neighborhood months with a huge branch/walking staff. My favorite part is our oldest son’s obsession with bread and how at two years old, he could eat an entire loaf if we didn’t keep it out of his reach. My favorite part of parenting is how the same son begged for a baby brother and promised to play with and protect him and be a really good big brother and has kept that promise to this very day.

The best part of parenting includes the satisfaction of “forcing” your kids to read a book, learn a science lesson, or some other information that they swear they “hate” but later can not get enough of and admit was interesting and fun. I miss the years when they were small. I miss them with an ache in my heart so deep it may never go away. Yet I am also excited by their next chapters. As they make their way, find their passion and decide their courses for the future, the tendency to look back is strong. I get teary eyed a lot these days because I was right when I warned my husband how fast the time would pass. I imagine in the next decade we will become grandparents and will spoil the little versions of them in ways I would have never DARED when they were small.  

Parenting has also included the gift of having our kids surprise us by letting us know they were listening when we lectured, scolded and placed them on punishments. Seeing the joy on their face when they get the chance to remind us of the numerous lessons we tried so desperately to teach them, is just the icing on top. (Even though I won’t tell them that yet)

I’m not sure if we are good parents or lucky parents with good kids who just make us look like good parents. Either way we are blessed with young people who are better than what I could ever deserve. I am grateful, to have watched them grow from sweet faced babies into strong capable young men entering the world with the knowledge they are capable of accomplishing every dream they set a serious goal to follow. From embarrassing them at their kindergarten graduations with more tears than any parent should shed, (Hey! You try to keep it together while Louis Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World” plays for 2 dozen cute 5 year olds crossing the stage to elementary school! I dare you!) to watching them enter into young adulthood, I am a parent proud of who I see when my young men walk out the door.  Young “men”…wow! {sigh} 

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