Caged with bears
We'd just worked our full day, run some errands, picked up the kids, and were working together to try to get dinner on the table. This is usually one of the most stressful segments of our day -- we we're hungry, our feet hurt, and we're trying to get through dinner so we can sit and relax for a few minutes before we start homework and baths. Then the twins pulled these charming, crafted bear puppets from their bags and wanted to give us a puppet show.
They couldn't just stand there and make them talk, they had to pull out chairs (right in our way) for a make-shift puppet theatre. It was one of those moments where you just wish they'd wait and be cute later. We were tempted to say, "That's nice sweetie, go in the other room and play while we fix dinner."
It was one of those moments where you have to make a pivotal decision. Do you choose your own comfort and sanity, or do you take the hard road? Do you have the strength to indulge them and make them feel loved and appreciated despite your own desperation for a moment's peace? As the picture clearly shows, we decided to actually parent.
For our Hurculean efforts we were treated to several minutes of ultimate-fighting style, paper-bag smack-down.
In the end, both bears survived, dinner was eaten, homework was finished, and our children had another positive childhood experience. They do add up, you know. Hopefully the positives outnumber the negatives when they look back on how we raised them.