Nostalgia

It is one thing to be sick, but is entirely different to be sick and be a mom to kids that are also sick. I have had a really nasty cold all weekend...and it was a four day weekend, so ALL my kids have been out of school. As you may conclude, I had the principal job of entertaining them and being sick at the same time. (And doing laundry, and potty training, and teaching piano, and cooking dinner, and changing diapers, and wiping my own and everyone else's green snot. Not that I am complaining.) I sort of miss the days of laying on the couch with a blanket and watching "saved by the bell" reruns with a little bell that I rang every time I needed something. (Okay, I was spoiled). Yeah, those were definitely the days. I failed to appreciate back then how much my mom did for me, and I also failed to realize that maybe she didn't feel all the great all the time. My mom did take of herself, so I think she probably felt good most of time, but I bet that she had her "days", but she didn't show it. She was so positive, and happy, and energetic, and I hope that my kids will remember me being the same way. It is interesting how much you learn about your own parents from being a parent yourself. I have learned that my parents were human that had human problems and human feelings. I wish I could go back and be more considerate of them, maybe even help them a little bit with the load of responsibility they bore. It never fails to amaze me how exhausting being a parent is.
So, as I sit here with my boys being babysat by the TV, Lyndi entertaining Lawren, and Jared making dinner after he so dutifully rehung the drapes (horray), shoveled the driveway, fixed the towel rod in the bathroom, I know I have nothing to complain about....sometimes I just miss being a kid and not having to care of, but being taken care of.