As we sat on the couch staring at a blank non-working TV, Chef and I looked at each other. We weren’t talking about the pod. Not the blog. Not our next guest. We were just talking. Just a couple of drinks to take the edge off and chatter. In the moment, I realized that’s kinda how this whole thing got started.
We had eight out of the ten kids in our family at his house. Seven of them were eating ice cream in the kitchen and Annie was still in the master bedroom glued to a movie. Vera came running in there to tell her that her ice cream was ready. She was genuinely concerned that Annie was missing out.
Chef said, “What a good kid. All the other kids just kept eating and she came to get Annie.”
She’s always been that sweet girl but I replied, “How many more years of innocence to I have?”
Confidently Chef answered, “About four more.”
In my opinion it’s far and away the best part about parenting. The innocence. These little humans aren’t worried about politics, world issues, drama or anything. They just want to play. They just want to have fun. They still believe in Santa and the Easter Bunny.
Earlier that day, Vera planned an entire birthday party for her doll, Cali. Yes, she has a name. And apparently Cali just turned two this week. A party complete with hats, decorations, cake, ice cream, singing, candles, and a pool party. If you don’t have kids, you might think this is the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard of. For Vera, it was the most important thing in her world. She wanted all her “friends” to come celebrate.
She even told Chelsea, “Momma, this is going to be a great party.”
Even just last night, she begged for Momma and I to paint with her. Nothing else mattered. She just wanted to sit with us at the table and teach us how to paint. Boring, right? Nah. It was the best night.
I hear too many times that you’ll snap your fingers and your kids are grown. I’m trying to make that snap last for as long as I can. I don’t want to look back and regret not doing every little silly thing my daughter wanted to do. Sure, it sounds cliche and corny but this is what I’ve always dreamed about. Having these little offspring just so excited about the simplest things before they find out how messed up this world really is.
So I’m going to keep painting. I’m going to keep having birthday’s for dolls. I’m going to keep Santa and the Easter Bunny alive for as long as possible. Because no matter what’s going on in my life, it’s the most important thing to them – and they are all that matters.