Unexpected Pleasures of Parenting

pleasure of parenting, parenthoodOne of life’s great pleasures is having our expectations exceeded. And of all the unexpected pleasures life gives us, perhaps none is greater than becoming a parent. For no matter how much we know we will love our children, the actual experience of loving them is almost beyond words. With a heady cocktail of inexperience and overconfidence I thought I knew what parenthood beheld. I thought I had my mind wrapped around parenting and had realistic expectations of what was to come. Of course, I had no idea.

The surprises:

Being a parent is having a front row seat in the theatre of someone else’s life. It is a chance to witness the entire arc of a life from the first breath, to that first awkward day of middle school, to the moment we hit the replay button and our children have children. For me it has been an unmatched and unprecedented opportunity to reflect deeply and in living color on my own life.

Being a parent has allowed me to be a child again. My childhood was simple and middle class, the stuff the 1960s and 70s were made of. My husband’s was much more austere in a country and family with far less. Yet I will be eternally grateful to our sons for allowing us to experience childhood all over again with them. From the first time they laughed at Pat the Bunny to the day they stood in front of It’s a Small World jumping up and down and begging to go on the ride for a third time, to the afternoon they drove away with their brand new drivers licenses, I have felt immersed in every step of their childhood. We identify with our children, critics say we over identify, but for me this has meant reliving childhood, but better.

By having a child I learned what kind of stuff I was made of. I thought I had faced challenges with a tough school, a tough job, life overseas…child’s play, so to speak. The toughest job, bar none, is parenthood. Children push us to the emotional edge, in good ways and bad and sometimes to the physical edge as well. The closest I came was at 4:00 am one morning when I had been up for twenty-one hours and was holding my infant who would not sleep. I screamed at him at the top of my lungs, “You know what? Yes. You! You are going to be an only child. You behave like this and you are getting no brothers or sisters. An only child, do you hear me!” It was the worst threat my deranged mind could think of and my husband, who had long since made his way to the couch, had the good sense to switch places with me. My next son was born ten months later.

I knew that my husband and I would love being parents. We are both eldest children and had long shifts of caring for younger siblings, but I could never have fathomed how much we would love sharing this experience. We had the same career, we could talk for hours about our friends and our work and our aspirations. We could talk about books and our upbringing, about things we hoped to learn and things we hoped to forget, but nothing has or ever will come close to the shared passion for our children. He is the one person on the planet that I cannot bore with constant talk of how wonderful I think my kids are, there is no level of minutiae (well, he got a B+ on the essay part, it would have been an A- but the teacher…) that I can sink to in discussing our offspring that will lose his interest.

Parenthood begins with showing our children the world, but it is not long before they return the favor. I knew I would be a teacher. I never imagined how quickly I would become a student. I have learned about glass, pre-World War II aircraft and Tim Tebow. I am up on current music and the standings in the English Premier Soccer League. But I am a visitor to these worlds, and inhabit them because my children are there and when their interests and lives move on, so will mine, all the wiser for it. Later still our children literally take us places, as we move them into summer camp cabins or college dorm rooms, their first apartments or back into our homes. We take them places for a few years, they take us places for the rest of our lives and at every step we learn something.

Some of this learning will not be good. When they get sick we will study everything about their ailment. When they have trouble learning we master everything about their difficulty and when they get caught speeding, drinking or lying we must search for the fine line that runs between how much to help and how much to punish. We will be wiser, but sometimes painfully wiser.

There is a feeling of exhilaration as they accomplish something that we know for all the world is not within our grasp. It is the thrill of seeing them swim faster than we know we ever could, shoot a basket we never would have made or face an unfamiliar social setting with poise and confidence that we can only dream about. It is the moment when they appear in their prom dress or tux and we can feel ourselves so young and beautiful again, if just for a moment. They are not us, but we will never enjoy another’s triumph and feel it so keenly.

I was pretending to be an adult until the moment my eldest was born and I knew it was time to stop pretending. My husband and I may have had careers, a car and an apartment but as we were beholden to no one, at times our early marriage felt like an extension of a long luxurious adolescence that no one was in a hurry to push us out of. One of the truly unexpected joys was realizing that, as the nurses at the hospital waved goodbye and I carried my newborn out to the car, I was an adult, a mother and that we would be alright. I have my children to thank for making me grow up.



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  1. the next best thing after being a parent is the grandparent where you can spoil the grand children and send them back at the end of the day

    • I cannot wait, it looks so great. Was careful to try not to spoil my own so I have been saving up to spoil grandkids rotten!

    • Isn’t that the truth. And if you have a few years in between as vacation while the kids are out, it is ever so much sweeter.

  2. Michelle miller says:

    This is a beautiful piece, and I am pretty sure of its authorship.

  3. What an absolutely wonderful summary of the whole experience! Thank you- this is just the best. I think that I will print it out (with your permission) to share with my children as they approach parenthood. Really great!

    • My permission…it is all yours. Hearing this from you, who I know ponders this with such clarity, means a great deal.

  4. happyoutlook says:

    I love this post!

  5. I loved every word of this article. I’m going to print it out and keep it. You captured succintly what it is like to be a parent with all its trails , errors and tender moments. Becoming a parent has helped me grasp a totally different perspective that I never had. before and I thank my son whole heartedly for that. Again, thank you for a wonderfully written post.

    • Thank you for saying so. We think we know what motherhood will be like and then the world shifts on its axis, and even when they are grown, or nearly grown, it never shifts back.

  6. Beautifully written – and there’s that lump in my throat…

  7. i know you feel as we do, humbled and honored that they share their lives with us so unselfishly and in doing so make our lives so much bigger than they would be otherwise. and that they keep to themselves those things that they survived that would have given us heart failure if we’d know at the time. beautiful post as always.

  8. This was one of the best pieces of writing I have ever read about parenting. So well written, so heartfelt, and so true to my own experience. My children did make me grow up and they made me a better person. I know what you mean about an extended adolescence, as I did not have my boys until I was in my 30′s. They gave my life meaning–a meaning that meant something outside of myself. They made me braver (had to fake it when I go to the dentist, because when I took them I could show no fear so they would have no fear). Living through your kids is not a bad thing if you have balance – as long as you let them live what they want to live and not what you want. Giving them guidance is always difficult–you have to know just how much to guide, and then give them the reins. Anyway–thanks for this wonderful post–you have made me discover the wonders of parenthood all over, and appreciate them.

  9. Oh my, thank you for your lovely thoughts. You have truly warmed my heart. Writing can feel like shouting into the unknown, until a voice like yours speaks back, thank you.

  10. Wonderful post. I’m sitting in the mezzanine now, as a grandmother of two–not in the front row, but still, they’re pretty good seats. What’s truly amazing are the many flashback moments–things I know I did when my kids were small that I see them doing with their little ones and I think–OK, this is pretty sweet. I’m telling my kids more stories about when they were little, now that they have kids of their own…and my 5 yr old granddaughter loves to hear stories about her mother when she was a little girl, and I’ve got some doozies. Thanks for writing this beautiful reflection on parenthood.

  11. Teresa Cleveland Wendel says:

    You’ve been awarded. Thanks so much for the lovely comments you leave on my posts.

  12. I might read this every single day! You have captured so much of parenting a little one and what lies ahead.
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  13. LL says:

    Honestly – your posts are more beautiful every day. This topic is obviously an endless source of inspiration. I, for one, was so excited to become a parent – until the day we were discharged from the hospital and I couldn’t believe that the nurses actually expected us to take the baby home with us. What did I know about taking care of a baby, when I was just “playing house” myself? Truthfully, I think ignorance was definitely bliss as I really didn’t have any hang ups about doing things right or wrong. All these years later your post allows me to reminisce about our parenting ups and downs. Hopefully when the book is closed (if it ever does close) we will come out on the plus side!

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