“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done, Mom?”, asked my eight year old. I’m not sure what prompted his question, though I’m certain the chance to get an answer which delayed bed time might be part of it. I thought about it, and answered: “Having kids…”
Undoubtedly that’s not what a kid wants to hear from their mom. I went on to tell him that at his age, and much beyond, I pictured my life as kid-less. I’d have a house full of puppies, but no kids. It wasn’t until well after I met my husband and started to think of kids as a creation coming forth from both of us that my picture changed. That I went from dreams of puppies of all sizes, to wondering what our kids might be like, and looking forward to how we’d raise them together. That I stopped thinking of all the pain in the rear part of having kids to considering the joys of seeing things through new eyes, of getting to see these young people grow up to have opinions and interests of their own.
So my son got to hear that he was one of the craziest things I’ve ever done, and that I love him (and his sisters) immensely because of it. Oh, and that going out for rugby was on the list somewhere, too, and that the opportunities presented by “craziest things” are to send you off in new directions and new experiences.