Today was a typical Sunday. Driving home from church, my mind wandered over my day today and, though it was unremarkable, it struck me just how different my life has become as the parent of two. It is full of infinite variety!
Just since when the toddler came out of his room at 6:55 this morning (which is later than typical), I have been a dinosaur, a quarterback, the axis of a spinning toddler, an engineer, a conductor, a baseball player, a cook, a reader, a dishwasher, a story-teller, a nurse, a chew toy, a comforter, a heavy equipment operator, a naturalist, a custodian, a child psychologist, a religious instructor, a spiritual counselor, a law-giver, an enforcer of those laws, a nap companion, a singer, a snuggler, a diaper changer, a potty enabler, a confection-monger, a chaufer, a manservant, a lady's maid, a confidant, had my arm hair pulled out and my head hair tugged (by different children) and more.
Parenting (particularly of toddlers) is so demanding of your time and resources that one feels there isn't much of a chance left to be... just... you. It is a unique time of self-sacrifice and a particular opportunity for its own kind of sanctification. However, it's also shallow. I'm not qualified or particularly good at any of the things that I did today. I am not performing any of these roles in a way that will improve me in them.
I'm not complaining, though. It's a magical time of my life.
Reflecting on it is one way to make it mine.
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