Spring Perspective

I don’t want to remember how I was so tired all day. And grumpy.

I don’t want to remember how frustrated I was with my work. And how it made me snippy.

I don’t want to remember how annoyed I was with the guy who was smoking at the playground.

I don’t want to remember the mom that wasn’t paying attention and knocked BigBrother’s head off the metal railing.

I don’t want to remember the phone call that let me know that I was in the middle of a surprise 36 hour shift.

No.

I want to remember the fact that Spring was coming early on this random warm day in February.

I want to remember how happy they were to be riding in the wagon for the first time this year, and how I didn’t fall over pulling them — despite the fact that they’ve grown lots — because I’m in shape.

I want to remember when LittleBrother picked it up and called it a coconut.

I want to remember BigBrother counting, giggling the entire time.

I want to remember LittleBrother enjoying some time by himself.

I want to remember their joy in leaving the playground when it meant that they got to walk home with friends.

Seriously, I wrote a big, gigantic rant about my day and the crap that went down at the park today — our first trip of 2011. But? My kids? Had an amazing time today. Their joy rubbed off on me. I am blessed to have them in my lives, to remind me of what counts and what, really, doesn’t.

They are wise teachers. And pretty darn cute.