January 4, 2010 · Behavior | Glad Dad | Mad Dad
What don't you miss from earlier stages of parenting?
Around our Girl Child, the big, bright here-and-now throws everything else into shadow.
Either that, or I've got some kind of weird memory disease. But I am often struck by how long gone GC’s previous six years on the planet -- and our earlier parenting -- seem. Memories from just last year can be like somebody else's family videos.
Once in a while, though, something triggers a memory and more than anything I want to go back to when our child was younger. Blindsides and hurts, this parental nostalgia, but it’s also a window on the best, best times.
Then there's the opposite, when stuff comes back that I couldn't stand. And I'm surprised at how much I couldn't stand it.
This happened just the other day at Whole Foods. Walking by the baby food shelf, I looked at all the little jars with cloying faux-country labels proclaiming wholesomeness -- fruits and veggies that never watch TV, whatever -- and ludicrous prices and felt a wave of loathing. A thought, surprising in its power and vehemence arose:
Thank God, I will never, ever have to buy this sh** again.
We, like many over-invested parents, used to feed our baby out of Whole Foods. Since I was at home, I did the buying, dutifully and without much feeling one way or another.
However, as I just discovered, I hated it. Not sure why. Who knew?
More anti-nostalgia comes to mind, always minor sideshows. Actual challenges -- like, say, late but fierce colic, ER-grade vomiting and diarrhea at Lake Tahoe -- don't seem so bad. I'd go through them again, just to get to the good parts. But I never, ever want to go back to, and will never miss...
There's more, but now it's your turn...
Tell us, what don't you miss?
Millions of fighting men missed their daddies listening to this World War II standard. Got to love the singing cowboy’s ache to wipe away years, make amends. Thousands who loved this song didn’t live to try. Scratchy, thin audio for authenticity.
Bruel's brill books starring psycho cat has our seriously reluctant reader second-grader poring over the pages for half-hour stretches, even more, without threats…
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