Happy Holidays

In addition to carpool karaoke, we have some junior comedians in the house…

“What do you want to be for Halloween?”
“Chapstick because I’m the BALM!”

“I swear your voice holds the world record for highest frequency”
“No, actually, that’s Mariah Carey”

“Dad, I love how we don’t even need to say out loud that I’m your favorite child.”

“Pretend I’m a cornflake and you step on me.
That makes you a cereal killer!”

“Our family is temper-mental.
Half temper, half mental.”

The last one had me laughing out loud, mainly because it describes our happy chaos perfectly. Like James Corden and his infamous Carpool Karaoke, our car regularly has someone belting out the latest tunes while our dogs, Mac and Jagger, stick their heads out the window and bark incessantly. Our neighbors often comment—in the nicest way imaginable—that it’s pretty easy to know when we aren’t home.

I know there will come a day very soon when we’ll be left with the eerie sound of silence throughout the house. The scooters won’t crash into my ankles, the laundry won’t be piled quite as high, and our water bill won’t be in the triple digits. For those reasons and hundreds more, I relish in the madness we call home. I still love coming home after a day at the office to homework, blaring music, and neighbor kids helping themselves to our refrigerator. Don’t get me wrong; by the end of the week, Friday date night remains a priority 12 years later.

For our clients, family and friends who have been there, done that, I commend you. You may be in the stage of grandchildren or beyond; traveling the world or staying put to golf; channel surfing or puttering around the house. That day will be here soon enough for us and while I can’t stop the days from speeding by, I can be mindful of the five-minute speech that frightens the daylights out of a 4th grader. I can empathize with the appearance of a first pimple and how “OMG this can’t be happening!” Though I’d like to forget, I can also understand the push and pull of 6th graders finding their way and busting at the seams for less supervision and more freedom.

Raising kids is a magnificent struggle. Sometimes I have to leave the room trying not to laugh so hard I spit out my morning coffee. I know you’ve had those moments. This holiday season, let’s make it a choice to have many more.