Often, after some on-the-spot parental declaration comes out of our mouths, we look at each other to see if the other thinks we just uttered total crap. It’s a scary feeling, the “we are actually in charge here.” We’re the parents. And suddenly you realize how much your parents were just winging it.
And there are the quintessential parent moments, where we suddenly realize this is us.
*Putting training wheels on a bike at midnight so it is ready for the morning.
*Turning up the pop music in the car, so the kids don’t hear us figuring out where to park near the top-secret beach.
*Two kids throwing flip flops, two water bottles, a backpack, a sweatshirt, and other assorted items at us, saying “watch my stuff” so they can go play. Insert picture of us looking like disheveled bag ladies here.
*Going to pick up my cell phone at a stop light to send a quick text, seeing three cherubs sleeping in the rearview mirror, and snapping my hands back to ten-and-two.
*Setting a date for a five-year old’s birthday party. Which will either be Hungry Caterpillar or Princess themed, depending on the day. You can guess which one I am rooting for.