Parenting
By Jenna Mallory
June 13, 2016
I dash out of the office, knowing that every second counts. Being the last one to leave the parking lot would mean losing precious minutes. It’s just a 15-minute drive to daycare, and I’m mentally ticking off my checklist. Five-year-old’s tee ball uniform: check. Diaper bag for baby: check. Snacks for everyone: check. Caffeine for me: check. All systems go.
I burst into the daycare center, little cleats in hand. They’re tight and tricky to put on, resulting in a chaotic mix of tugging and stretching that leaves us both slightly sweaty and wide-eyed. Let’s be honest—ever since I had these two boys, I seem to live in a constant state of mild panic and perspiration.
We scoop up the baby—who is determined to stick his fingers in my mouth while repeating “mout”—and load up. Sippy cup and snacks are distributed, gas pedal pressed, and we’re off. The topics of conversation swing from gym class to boogers. I’m only half-listening, my mind wandering to my DVR and a cozy spot on the couch. It feels like this day has already stretched on forever.
Suddenly, two ambulances zoom past, sirens blaring. My heart skips a beat until I hear, “Mom, let’s pray for whoever is hurt.” What a sweet boy. Time seems to slow as we pray together for the injured. A last-minute addition, “Oh yeah, please watch out for my little brother,” and just like that, we’re back to a schoolyard tale.
The gravel crunches beneath our tires as we arrive at the baseball complex, and it’s time to move again. The baby gets settled in the stroller while I juggle the bat bag, diaper bag, and water. My little athlete’s legs bounce with energy, and he throws his water bottle in the air, catching the sunlight as it sparkles like a prism. For a fleeting moment, he looks so beautiful that it takes my breath away.
But in an instant, he’s off, sprinting toward his friends—growing up faster than I can grasp. Like a pack mule, I haul everything toward the stands to watch the spectacle of tee ball. It’s only 5:45 p.m., but it feels like a monumental feat to have made it here to the fields five miles from home. I find myself longing for the comfort of my couch.
I sneak a few pieces of candy from my purse while the baby tracks his brother and babbles away. The little players wrestle and frolic, coaches and parents shouting last-minute instructions. The entire game feels cinematic, filled with injury (a ball to the face!) and tragedy (striking out). For an hour, these tiny warriors battle it out, emerging either victorious or defeated on their little field of dreams. That red dirt is sacred to them.
But the moment the game wraps up, the kids scatter like hyperactive bumblebees. The adults scramble to corral the little ones toward their cars. Onward to home we go.
Next comes the beautiful chaos of dinner prep, bath time, (attempted) homework, and finally, bedtime. The baby’s chest rises and falls gently against my lap as he drifts off. Wet hair clings to my big boy’s forehead as he cuddles up to us in his pajamas while I read a bedtime story. The child who appeared so grown-up and valiant on the field now looks so sweet and small.
He falls asleep before I can finish the story. I sit, gazing at their tiny faces, my heart swelling with love and breaking for their perfection. The rush and fatigue begin to fade as I hold their little hands. It feels like I can see them growing right before my eyes, limbs stretching and faces becoming leaner in real time. Tears trickle down my cheeks as I contemplate the rapid passage of time.
Just then, my husband walks in after a grueling 12-hour shift. He notices my tear-streaked face, raising an eyebrow in concern. “Hey, honey. Are you OK? Did something happen?”
All I can muster is, “I’m fine. I just can’t believe today is already over.”
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Summary:
In the whirlwind of parenting, each day feels like a marathon. From the chaos of daycare pick-up to the bittersweet moments of watching children grow, every moment is a cherished yet fleeting experience. Amidst the challenges, the love shared between parent and child remains the most profound aspect of the journey.
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