The Fun Parent

I don’t think I’m the fun parent. Nor are we fun parents. You know the kind… those smiling, energetic folk taking their kids on adventures around town. I have the best intentions but then I get exhausted and I almost want to say, ‘lets turn the tv on and cuddle on the couch’… wait up, no i totally do that!

We recently went on this wonderful family vacation Euro style. I had some really solid intentions to play on the beach and explore outside. But when I am on the beach in 1 foot of water supervising the swimming activities of three children all that goes out the window. ‘Why can’t i sit on the shore and watch you? Why does mommy have to be IN the water’? Can someone please tell me what the difference is? I guess I should be happy that they still want me around. The impending reality of what’s to come.

In all honesty though… we did some fun things. And maybe I need to let myself off the hook. We went parasailing, we played Mr Wolf on the beach for an hour. I ran and chased, coloured, showered outside with the hose, did watersports, and heard giggles daily. I think we have to be able to say ‘time out’! I need a moment, or two. Without the guilt, and when I refelect back I should think of the things I DID do, instead of the things I didnt.

Some food for thought.