Every once in a while, as I’m putting together the multiple components that make up my child’s baby bottle, I’m reminded of nearly every action movie I’ve ever seen where a gunman, usually a sniper, quickly assembles his riffle before taking aim at some foreign dignitary from a “perch” atop a building. Not that a baby bottle is anything like a gun, unless it’s a squirt gun, but sometimes I wonder what my life would be like as a movie. More importantly, I wonder which beautiful and talented A-list actress would be best qualified to play the role of me. Inevitably I settle on Angelina Jolie, but I digress. If life as a parent were really just a movie, it would be much easier. There would be the humor, the occasional witty banter, the conflict, and the resolution with its happy ending where everyone would have grown, learned a valuable lesson, and realized they loved each other even more than they did two hours ago.
But, of course, parenting isn’t a movie. It’s real, unscripted, drama. If life as a parent were a movie, we could read ahead in the script. We would then know that our toddler was about to take a tumble down the stairs, and we could catch him before it happened. We could predict which trip to the grocery store would bring along a stowaway which would leave the entire family sick for weeks. We would know that if we forget to turn off the stove before the water evaporates when boiling nipples, the house will smell sickeningly like burnt rubber. But, alas, life is unscripted and unpredictable. That’s what makes it a comedy and sometimes a tragedy. And so it is with parenting.
This blog focuses on the comedic aspect of child-raising. No parent in their right mind would say bringing up children comes without its difficulties. But often the tragic moments become humorous over time and with new perspective.
This blog is especially written for new parents, those who haven’t had enough experience to laugh through their tears, as my mother would always say. Life has taught experienced parents that poop happens: usually in the diaper, sometimes in the clothes, and often on your lap, or your mother-in-law’s lap, your pastor’s lap, or your boss’ lap. The point is, parents, these things happen. They happen to the best of us. You are not alone.