Being a parent is hard. I know I have said this in one way or another over the last six years in this column; from temper tantrums to night feedings, haircuts to dentist office visits, it truly is a day to day struggle. I want to raise them to be kind human beings. I want them to be strong-willed, firm in their beliefs but open to new ideas, loving with big beautiful hearts. I want them to never judge and to try and choose to be happy always. It’s so easy to want all of these things, but harder to instill them in our children. They watch us you know, everything we do, and are we doing a good job making sure they see these very things in us?
This weekend we participated in the Scott Scorpions “Run the Rocks” 5k. The weather was perfect and my family was so excited to be walking in the 5k (I am not trying to kid anyone into thinking that we ran this)! My precious flower was amped to be running in the “Fun Run” and was literally bouncing on her tip-toes ready to go at 7 a.m. They had their Scott Scorpions temporary tattoos up and down their arms and their t-shirts on and were ready to roll. My husband was doing this solo (with my mother-in-law) because I was helping with the big festival after the run/walk. I have told you all how wonderful he is, haven’t I?
After going our separate ways, Daddy (and Gaga) and my boy met up with friends to walk the course with and hopped to it making excellent time, I was so proud! Meanwhile, my new father-in-law (Gaga got married, woohoo) and my sweet girl were busy cheering on all of those folks crossing the extremely festive finish line. Everyone was having a good time! The festival was a huge hit and I have to say, it was a perfect afternoon.
Back to my point at hand though (because we know I usually always have a point – most of the time), our children are watching us. We are teaching them how to be human beings, and hopefully kind, loving ones at that. With any sporting event, we need to remember that these children are just that – children. This is for fun, they need to let go of any pressure and experience the joy of the game, or run, or swim. They are watching us, taking lessons from how we, their parents, behave. Are we being bullies, hateful, confrontational? Or are we being patient, kind and loving? We are their first and last teacher; we are who they look up to, who is watching you?