I thought about my dad today while getting Jensen ready for preschool.
I remember my dad saying in an exaggerated manner when we were looking for our shoes, "Doh, doh, doh, where can they be? Let's look on the ceiling!" He was mocking us with the voice of a dopey Bugs Bunny character. I never thought that was very nice. I was trying hard to find those shoes!
This morning, I asked both of my kids to grab me the gray socks sitting on the edge of the table, which is at Jensen's shoulder level. Both of them looked all around the socks. Below the table. Around the table. On the other side of the table. But not in front of them.
I finally understood why my father mocked us. It's hard to hold back.
Children really don't know how to look for things. I don't know why. Someone explain the developmental reason
As I was driving him to preschool, it was foggy. Two memories smashed together. Riding in the front seat with Dad as he drove through the fog. I was worried about the fact that he couldn't see very far in front of him. That memory is mixed with another time when I sat in the front seat with him as we drove through the night to Colorado. I remember it being 5 a.m. and I felt like I needed to stay awake to keep him company. I was seven.
Being a parent reminds me of so many moments with my parents. I'm grateful that most moments are positive. Being a parent also helps me understand the not-so-proud moments and forgive. I'm fortunate and very thankful that I don't have much to forgive.
Nothing says "I love you" like an old T-shirt
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