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 seen where a gunman, usually a sniper, quickly assembles his rifle 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.
If life as a parent were 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, comedy, and sometimes tragedy.
This blog focuses on the comedic aspect. 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.
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.