So it is Thanksgiving today and I am very grateful for my life. My kids are healthy and we have good jobs. We have a house that, although it has its quirks, is certainly big enough for our family. My brother-in-law won’t be going to Iraq again this Winter. My brother and his wife are expecting a baby girl–their first child. Our parents are healthy. Our finances are mostly in order. As I woke up this happy morning I was thinking of all of these things.
And then Griffin cried loud enough and long enough that we let him into our bed. Then he climbed all over us like we were jungle gyms. He elbowed me in the chest multiple times and plopped down on my stomach.
The first words Jay said to me this morning were, “Dammit! I’ve been kicked in the nuts twice!”
So be thankful. But maybe wear a cup. Parenting is a contact sport.