Remember last year when I was on maternity leave and had time to journal? And I would sometimes participate in a blogging “flash mob” called Five Minute Friday? Me either. But, I received my weekly alert of this week’s Five Minute Friday word, and immediately decided that “small” was worth five minutes of an otherwise busy day. Ready, set, write…
When Bridget joined our family last year, I learned quickly that even though she was small (well maybe not that small compared to other newborns, but you get my drift), she was going to make big difference in our life.
There were the givens; we expected less sleep with late nights and early mornings, higher bills, fewer date nights, more stuff, etc. And then there were the surprises; we really can function on little sleep, diapers cost how much?, date nights still end with a bedtime?, we have so much stuff that we have to move (literally). But then there was the unexpected; the experiences that no book, blog, class, or fellow parent can prepare you for; a toothy smile that makes you grin from ear to ear; a giggle that sparks an outburst of laughter; a complete conversation in which you didn’t understand a word but knew exactly what was said; enough fun to make those oh-so-early mornings worth getting out of bed for; an asleep arm because you just couldn’t move her on those rare, but amazing occasions when she lets herself fall asleep in your arms; and reliving all of life’s simple pleasures through her Dad’s big blue eyes.
…the small joys of motherhood that make a big impact in life.
When I became a parent, I learned about an unofficial club. A club of fellow Moms and Dads who can relate to a sleepless night or spit up as the latest accessory; who will celebrate the milestone of the first tooth with you; and who will look through infinite photos of your child and “ooh” and “ahh” in sincere interest.
These past two days, I grieved for the families in Connecticut; as a person, an American, and a Christian, but mostly as a parent. I could not shake the image of parents gathered at a fire station waiting for the sight of their child. And even more so, the image of the parents of those 20 children who were never reunited with theirs. As much as I tried, it was difficult not to imagine if that was Brian and I waiting for Bridget.
I cried and then prayed, and cried some more. And then I squeezed Bridget a little tighter when I picked her up after work yesterday. I held her a little longer when she woke up in the middle of the night. I snuck in a few more kisses and “I love yous” today. And through it all, I couldn’t help but think about the families who won’t experience these small but amazing blessings again.
As parents, we are fortunate to share in each others’ joy, but can’t help but empathize during sadness such as yesterday’s tragedy. I pray that the former of those will always prevail…
I enjoy watching TV. I know, I know – “It’s a waste of time,” “It will make me stupid,” “There are more productive uses of time…” But honestly, at the end of a long day of work, after Bridget lays her pretty head down, it’s sometimes nice to turn on the tube and just be entertained.
I’ve watched a lot of shows in my day, from Dawson’s Creek to NYPD Blue (thanks, Mom) to Desperate Housewives, and shamefully, Keeping Up With the Kardashians. But there is no other show that I’ve enjoyed as much as Parenthood (Actually, that’s a lie. Golden Girls will always be #1. Always.).
Parenthood, which airs on NBC on Tuesdays at 10:00, flies under the radar; almost enough to barely make it to this season, and I cannot understand why. This show has superb writing, and even better than the writing, is the acting. With such a well-known and likable cast, I couldn’t help but fall in love with this family.
The story lines aren’t elaborate. They simply follow the lives of a normal family facing realistic life experiences. But in every episode, I laugh, cry, and “awww” at the beautiful moments shared between the characters. And when the credits roll, I turn to Brian (who enjoys this show as much as I) and say, “But I don’t want it to end yet.”
If you’re looking for a new show or your next Netflix rental, choose Parenthood. I promise you won’t be disappointed.