I have done my best to be patient in the writing of this and am prolly a day early...however this abstract self-celebration of a parenting milestone will be declared today as my wife is deserving of this honor.
Parenting milestones come in all shapes and sizes. I have a kid that took 1.5 years to slam properly on the porcelain throne. That celebration was much more significant then the same for my daughter who sat on the toilet and said 'oh look' almost overnight.
Or the one kid that jumps into the pool fearlessly where the milestone of them in the water is more a constant reminder of the tyranny of kids. While another kid takes an entire summer to put their foot in the pool. Celebration's are different...and for the sake of parental sanity and children's well-being they need to be properly acknowledged and celebrated.
As you can see above my three oldest started elementary school last week. They are beautiful, carry the pure essence of life and are a blessing everywhere they go. Today's celebration begins in #4 getting dropped off in T-minus 1.5 hours.
I pined hard at my wife to name this bro Truck. She thought about it for close to 3 seconds - and this kid is all boy. Feisty pants, loud, fully into whatever any one is doing - all while holding incredible tenderness and compassion. It will be an experience today for my wife dropping him off at school - while he will only be going half day, it will be 5 days a week and this measure of free time is staring her in the face.
While we have both been 'employed', she has taken on the brunt of the time with our chillen's and has fiercely committed to building 4 kids that are making a mark on eternity.
So this milestone, is a moment of honor for my beautiful wife.
She has consistently engaged the grind of child bearing, family life and parenting this last 11 years like the absolute stunner she is. Building a framework of health for our kids where the 4 of them are charging into a new year of school to take on the adventure that awaits them.
I am anticipating an emotional engagement over breakfast after the 4th kid gets dropped off, walking in to the class to take on the unknown - there may be a twinge of sadness reminiscing on our kids growing up - in reality the emotion will be a reality of the honor being bestowed on my wife. A job well done.
This may be framed to some as 'freedom' - but the idea that parenting as imprisoning is small minded. My wife has made powerful choices to yield to something greater then herself. Her time is now opening, for the next powerful choice in her life to be released.
Look out world...she's coming in hot
