So, as many of you know, I am one of the very fortunate people lucky enough to call themselves “a parent“.
Many a-blessings one sees rearing a child.
Mesmerizing moments of utter bliss; never ending movie fragments of non-sensical laughter, jumping and/or passing gas. Mostly all at the same time… everywhere even medical waiting rooms and church.
- Your daughter’s smile after she’s done figuring something out.
- Lazy afternoons where crayons rule.
- Your child in a small school play.
- Potty training.
- Their first written word.
All moments you never really thought of or bargained for.
And laughter. Lots of it. Lots of laughter and silliness.
And it’s all good, you know? Its funny how one’s perception of happiness can shift from clubbing and drinking to spending the day on the floor with your child, within the same lifetime, that is.
However, let me remind you…The universe isn’t just handing out these experiences for free. There is a price, you know?
Like birthday parties…
Kid birthday parties…
Guttural-disturbingly colorful-vitriolic-stridently ear-piercing-candy-packed-cruel little children birthday parties…
The RandT 