Sometimes it gets just a little too easy to settle into my comfort zone. To wear comfy PJs or read a book or write for a while. To choose peace and quiet over an adventurous outing or making plans with friends.
People have told me they wouldn’t peg me as an introvert, but there are quite a few days when battening down the hatches and hibernating with dogs seems like a perfectly viable life choice. I mean, who wouldn’t enjoy snuggling with fur balls and catching up on blog reading for the day?
Thankfully, I have two kids who won’t hesitate when it comes to pushing me off the couch and into life once in a while. The munchkins played a large part in each of the following:
- Setting them loose in the kitchen to bake.
- Face painting for kicks and giggles.
- Hatching caterpillars (Jesus, take the wheel).
- Infinitely poorly timed puberty talks (like this and this and this one, too).
- Taking them for rides on the WaveRunners.
- Spending actual energy oohing and aahing over a toilet, for Pete’s sake.
- Kitchen dancing. And hallway dancing. And bathroom dancing to boot.
- Attempting extreme crafting for my son’s class.
I tell myself these are growing experiences. Memory-making moments that my kids will carry with them forever. Then again, maybe it’s just all the crazy stuff they’ll remember their mom doing when they were young.
I guess everyone needs a jumping off point for their future therapy sessions, right?
My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.