… is all we need.

I was marking papers at the kitchen table the other day when the boy came barging in and emphatically said:

“Mommy. All we need is a jar and a string.”

And I responded, “But, Oliver, I thought all we needed was love.”

And he was so disgusted and confused and annoyed that I would say such a simple-minded, puzzlingly daft thing to him when he was clearly on a very important quest — on the verge of something big.

“No, Mommy!” he cried, throwing his hands up in the air. “Why would you say something so ridiculous? We don’t need love. Love? We have that. All the time. 100 percent infinity love. What we need is a string and a jar.”

Oh. My. Heart.

I sure do love my kids and I sure am enjoying leaning into a new career. It’s a lot in the air, though, all the time, and it’s terribly easy for me to worry that I’m being pulled so far in every direction that I’m doing a horrible job of everything important, and only a passable job of  the things aren’t. I’ve got quite a bit of evidence amassed, actually, to support this claim; I’ve noticed, for example, that other preschoolers appear to have their hair combed, at least at the start of the day, and… well…I could go on. But… clearly… I am not failing in every way. At least I am keeping that love bucket full up and that is a big, important thing to do. I also have a stash of clean jars and some bits of saved string here and there.

Parents: can you think of one awesome thing to say about yourself as a parent? If not, please ask your kids for help with this.

XOX
House of Flurfel