The true Olympians
May 2007, a 2 year old and a newborn, some of the most parenting-intensive days of my life (so far).
I appreciate those ripped, highly-trained athletes, I mean, if I actually had a TV and time to watch the Olympics, I might. But I can’t help thinking that the true Olympians are us parents. For this and more:
1) Wringing 3 meals/day (plus snacks) out of an empty pantry after day #4 of needing desperately to go food shopping.
2) Changing a toddler’s shitstorm of a diaper while pregnant (gag) in 1st trimester.
3) Playing game VIIXXV of Candyland with a smile while your brain is oozing out of your ears and puddling onto the floor.
4) Keeping track of everyone’s nighttime lovies with the fervor of secret service.
5) Explaining sex, death, menstruation in terms a child can understand.
6) Being the receptacle for your child’s blood, barf, snot and poop.
7) Serving vegetables—new vegetables, preciously cut vegetables, your own garden vegetables—every night, despite knowing your kids just want to stuff their face with white carbohydrates.
8) Scraping your body off the floor when you’re depressed, blue, grieving, miscarrying, under phenomenal stress, tired as the walking dead, to care for your children.
9) Seeing your impetuous 2-year old, limit pushing-4 year old, defiant 7-year old, sassy 12-year old and law breaking 17-year old as the same precious, innocent newborn you once gazed at, besotted out of your sleep-deprived head, needing as much unconditional love from you now as in those beginning days.
10) Becoming the ultimate shapeshifter to continually meet the evolving needs of your children.
What would you add to this list, Olympian parents?