Come back to kids, cooking and cleaning…Come back to routine, running and rumination.
I was left wondering not “how did the boys do?” but rather “how did my parents manage?” – Did the boys put them over the edge? Did my mom and dad have to run to the ER in the middle of the night because their blood pressure was in the stroke zone? Did the boys mouth off? How did it REALLY go?
And how will it go once I am back holding down fort, reinforcing boundaries, and doing doing my reconnaissance work?
What I am learning is that my parents have some mighty high expectations. I think most grandparents do. Does that mean that my expectations aren’t high enough? Or do I need more of a backbone?
I do know that my teenage years weren’t perfect, but I don’t think they were filled with drama to this degree.
Memories – they can be cloudy, they can be skewed. Yet one thing is clear – we all have them, of the best and of the worst moments.
I am choosing to believe that the experiences of this past week will at some point make all of us smile and savor the simpleness of this time. Although every thought in my head says, “Simple? This? Really?”
Well, the house is still standing.
I’ll take that as a step in the right direction! Now let me take a few more steps inside to learn the rest of the story.