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This Thing Called Parenthood

January 7, 2012


This thing called parenthood is a funny thing.

It brings responsibility and laughter and sleepless nights.

And it brings toys.  More toys than you could ever imagine.

You are pretty sure that they multiply overnight.

You find them in every room.  And in your garden tub.

The garden tub that you were so excited about when you moved into this house.

You imagined bubble baths and bath oil.  And quiet Sunday nights soaking.

Calgon take you away.

This thing called parenthood throws you sometimes.

Children have minds of their own and at the end of the day you give in.

You’re too tired to be taken away by Calgon.

And the garden tub you wanted so much becomes a swimming pool, 4-year-old size.

And instead of bubbles, it is filled with water guns, dinosaurs, and race cars.

And PEZ dispensers. You’ve learned not to question.

Quite a ride, this thing called parenthood.

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  1. Lisa says

    January 10, 2012 at 10:16 pm

    Oh boy do I remember those days! And then, pretty soon, all of those toys that have been in the tub start to get moldy and slimy and lime-crusted and then you have to clean them as well as that tub that you wouldn’t have to clean if it weren’t for kids because you never have time to use it otherwise.
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    • lizzi says

      January 12, 2012 at 1:21 pm

      Yes, I suspect the tons of rubber duckies we have are starting to rot from the inside.

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  2. Thauna says

    January 13, 2012 at 11:06 am

    This reminds me of my “little” boy and how he liked to make potions. In the tub, in the kitchen…whenever I wasn’t looking, a little dash of this conditioner and than shampoo. And then some soap to soak in it. Oh and then the splashing and the flooded bathroom floor. Parenthood. Fills you up and wears you down. I love your words.
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