"What is the point?!" I would imagine most parents have thought — or yelled — this question more than once in their daily life. I was there today, wondering why I put in so much effort for what appears to be zero return.
I had two objectives for the day: make a book bag for Laney to bring to story time at the library tomorrow, and fly kite with the kids. Sounds simple enough, but beginning a project seems to be the the cue for my normally independent and decently behaved children to turn into clingy little savages.
They climbed on the table; ripped down the window shade; engaged in mortal combat over crayons, of which there is no shortage — trust me; and threw a half dozen whiny fits over stickers. All before lunch.
After our lunch of sandwiches and twice-spilled milk, we walked to our perfect kite flying spot and had some fun. For a few minutes.
As I was loading Grumplestiltskin in the stroller for an early trip home, I was wondering again, "What is the point?!" It would have been so much easier to stay home and do nothing.
There is a point, though.
Yeah, it was frustrating to have my house torn apart while trying to sew, but now Laney has something special. Eventually, Oliver will just drink his milk at lunch time instead of pouring it out while looking me square in the eye, as long as I stand tough.
The kids aren't going to remember Mom got irritated when Laney let go of the kite, and we had to leave early due to bad behavior. They are going to remember we flew a kite and ate some delicious wild strawberries.
I guess that's the point. Keep putting in the effort, and it will pay off. Someday.
Until then, we just have to stay calm, take deep breaths… and wait for nap time to begin any major projects.
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