This is part of my end-of-the-year cleaning of draft posts. I wrote this at the beginning of the year with the intention of adding to it and posting it later on. I never really finished it but it’s all still true.
Being a parent means:
- rolling on the floor in your work clothes looking for a stranded ball under the couch
- knowing that when you get home someone is going to point at the bandage on your finger and say “boo boo”
- seeing and talking about poops of all shapes, sizes, colors, textures, and forces
- finding small socks everywhere
- losing sippy cups and feeling like you need to buy more then finding them and feeling like you have too many
- repeating the cycle above
- being hyper-sensitive about any object that could fit in a small mouth
- noticing runny noses everywhere and feeling the need to wipe them
- learning to walk with a child attached to your leg
- bringing food with you any time you leave the house
- sitting on the floor because it sets a good example of why we don’t jump on the couch
- knowing how to use a large variety of gates, locks, and covers
- doing dishes all the time
- singing entire volumes of children’s music during the day at work
- eating at warp speed, even when the kids aren’t around
Relatively Ambitious 
Thanks for the memories especially the one trying to walk with someone holding on to your leg!
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Parenthood certainly is a “full time endeavor” not “part time”. But it is also most certainly the “most rewarding and fulfilling adventure” anyone can be blessed to undertake!
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