Been sickly for the past two days. And it’s not been pretty. I’ve felt like crap – pun intended.
However, something great has happened in the last two days. Something that I’ve needed to see and that maybe I had forgotten in my day to day dealings with Big and Small.
Vince is a great dad!
He truly is. Last night as I lay in bed, and in between mad dashes to the loo, I could hear my children roar with laughter. I heard them run around, probably jumping off my furniture (gasp!), playing with swords (double gasp!) and laughing so hard that I’m sure someone peed. Don’t get me wrong, the boys and I have some good, fun times. But this was different.
You see, I’m a bit of a stickler for rules and such. I’ve come a long way – having an epiphany of sorts back in September. So I’m usually finding myself channeling my inner ‘everything-is-a-teachable-moment’ self and constantly guiding my children to make ‘good choices’ ..like don’t jump on my furniture! So sometimes, just sometimes, I forget that Big really isn’t that big, and that Small truly is small. Five and two – that’s all they are.
So as I lay in bed – cursing the stomach flu – I couldn’t help but thank God for Vince. He was maximizing his one-on-one time with the boys and letting them be boys. I love that we balance each other out. I don’t admit this often, but sometimes I tend to overshadow Vince in the parenting department. But I really shouldn’t. He does know what he’s doing. And I love him for it.