T’s child & youth worker recently shared a super sweet story.
The hubby and I chatted with her two weekends ago to strategize for the return to virtual learning.
She has been such a godsend to T and we consider her to be an integral part of Team T.
At the end of the call, she told us that recently in class, they asked the kids what they want to be when they grow up.
T said he wants to be a parent.
It melted my heart and I started to tear up.
Two weeks into homeschool hell, the hubby and I have been finding it exhausting.
In some ways, it’s been easier. But the sheer volume of things we have to coordinate and look after on a daily basis is draining.
This weekend, the three of us took it easy and did a whole whack of nothing.
Friday evening, T found me lying down in bed.
“Can I come rest with you?” He asked.
I responded without even thinking, “No, cuz then it’s not called rest.”
But he came and lied down next to me anyway.
He took my phone and started looking at the photos, something he likes to do often.
“Do you remember this?” He asked, holding the screen to my face.
It was a photo from our summer roadtrip and stop at beautiful Killarney Provincial Park.
“Yes, I loved that day,” I said.
“Can we please go back?” He asked.
I smiled and replied, “Yes, we’re going back there this summer. I can’t wait to go swimming in the lake again.”
I love that we’ve created these memories with T and that he recalls them with fondness.
When I was in my early 20s and in university, I had many dreams for my future. Being a parent was not one of them.
As I near my 40s, I have to agree with T: being a parent, his parent, has been the best thing about growing up.
I certainly do not always feel this, especially during these recent challenging days.
But during the quiet moments that we are gifted each day, like lying down on a bed and looking at photos together, that feeling rings very true in my heart.
And yes T, I also can’t wait for summer to be here and to create new memories in nature again!