My kids love the water. The minute we say the magic word, “bath time,” they’re up the stairs at breakneck speeds, shedding clothing along the way. It’s actually quite impressive the way my kids can strip and run at the same time.
On occasion we are able to get our shit together and take them to the pool on the weekend. It’s been awhile since we got our shit together. This past weekend we managed it. My kids are fearless in the water. Well, my son is fearless, my daughter is mostly fearless. Apparently this is unusual. I feel like I have to be hyper-vigilant with them or else they’ll disappear underwater, huge grin in place, and drown without noticing that’s what they’re doing.
There are two completely unrelated questions that always go through my mind whenever we take our kids to the pool.
- What is the pee/snot/sweat to water ratio today?
- How do some of these parents bathe their children when a single drop of water on their little faces cause meltdowns of epic proportions?
I try not to think about that first one but I still feel like I’m swimming in luke warm kid stew.
I don’t mind pondering the second question because, to be brutally honest, it makes me feel like a superior parent. My kids are brave, other kids are cowards. Clearly I’m doing something right, and let’s face it, some days you just need to hold onto anything that makes you feel like you’re doing this parenting gig the right way.
What gives you the inner glow of feeling like a successful parent?