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Family returns to Canada
Sunday morning, my sister Irene, her hubby Ted, Ted's mother Kathy and the kids Daniel & Ashley headed back to the greater Toronto area. I can't believe I got out of bed at 6 AM to pose for a few photos, assist loading them & their luggage into the car and see them off to the airport... I typically don't get up that early when people are paying me to do so.
Of course I returned to bed as soon as possible and slept for another four hours.
It was nice having them around for a few days and it was the first time I had to spend any significant time with Daniel (age 4), as well as meet Ashley (7 months). Both are adorable kids, and I kinda wish we lived closer to them. However, having them for a week was an abrupt reminder of how much of my current life is made possible by not having children. Little things like sleeping through the night uninterrupted. Not having to be constantly aware of where there public washrooms in case the little ones decide they need to go. Not having to carry a suitcase of baby paraphernalia everywhere. Not having to worry about nap times, babysitters, day care, schools, car seats, immunizations, a new wardrobe every time they grow an inch, picky food likes/dislikes, and so much more.
Kent & I are named official guardians for these two, as well as a couple more. Having had extensive experience caring for my four younger sisters, I feel I've already done most of the parental schtick, and am ready to do it again if the need arises through tragedy, but I have a refreshed appreciation again for the level of responsibility required. Oddly enough, I'm beginning to think my own mother must be a freakin' saint.
Of course I returned to bed as soon as possible and slept for another four hours.
It was nice having them around for a few days and it was the first time I had to spend any significant time with Daniel (age 4), as well as meet Ashley (7 months). Both are adorable kids, and I kinda wish we lived closer to them. However, having them for a week was an abrupt reminder of how much of my current life is made possible by not having children. Little things like sleeping through the night uninterrupted. Not having to be constantly aware of where there public washrooms in case the little ones decide they need to go. Not having to carry a suitcase of baby paraphernalia everywhere. Not having to worry about nap times, babysitters, day care, schools, car seats, immunizations, a new wardrobe every time they grow an inch, picky food likes/dislikes, and so much more.
Kent & I are named official guardians for these two, as well as a couple more. Having had extensive experience caring for my four younger sisters, I feel I've already done most of the parental schtick, and am ready to do it again if the need arises through tragedy, but I have a refreshed appreciation again for the level of responsibility required. Oddly enough, I'm beginning to think my own mother must be a freakin' saint.