You know your life has been taken over by children when...

I know lists are unoriginal and lame, but I can't help keeping a tab in my head of the ways in which I have become different from people who aren't parents of young children. Sometimes I feel really weird, so it helps to pretend that these are things other people can relate to. I hope.

You know your life has been taken over by children when...

When dining with friends you shovel food in your mouth as fast as possible, and then sit back and wonder how everyone else can be so calm about taking their time to eat.

You and several friendly acquaintances know each other only as So-and-So's Mom. For years.

You know who the hot celebs are because they were on 'word of the day' with Elmo.

The anticipation of waiting for Bob the Builder to confess his love for Wendy has become unbearable.

Making chicken fingers from scratch makes you feel like a foodie.

You've made a shortcut for PB&J crusts on your food diary app.

You're driving alone and get halfway to your destination before realizing you can listen to something other than the Wiggles.

Every other word that goes through your head is 'fuck', but you frown when anyone says 'stupid.'

You've made up songs about diaper changes.

You hear a sniffle and automatically offer your sleeve as a tissue. To another adult.

Raising a Quitter

Peanut has played hooky from swim practice for three days now. On Monday I was willing to believe he was under the weather, as was I. On Tuesday I was skeptical, but my own body was urging me to keep playing sick, so I let it slide. This morning I called him out and told him that he could skip practice (and the evening's meet) but that it would cost him the tv and computer. Suddenly his eyes were itchy, his head hurt, and his body ached. I know the feeling - wishful sickening.

I gave him ten minutes to make his choice, which gave me ten minutes to decide how I wanted to handle the situation. Playing hooky comes as naturally to Peanut as it did to me when I was a kid. The combination of unhappiness at school and a strong desire to follow one's own pursuits can make a person want to weasel out of any responsibility. That's where firm parents come in, and later bills that need paying. And yet, to this day I am a total flake about showing up where I'm supposed to be. No doubt Peanut is riding my wave of fickle commitment. It's not a trait I would have wished he inherited from me, but the truth is that my willpower to set a different example is evenly matched with my own desire to eschew schedules. Peanut flakes, I get to flake. It's a win-win! In the short term, at least, until we get notes from school about unexcused absences (I totally meant to write an excuse but forgot) and I have to deal with the fact that my kid is a total stranger to things like team spirit and sacrifice. He is, in short, just like me in one of the worst possible ways.

Even so, I found myself unwilling to lecture him about commitments. When it comes to children there's a tacit belief that quitting is bad. You don't want to be a quitter. Quitters are horrible people, weak and selfish. And yet, how often do we, as adults, struggle with finding the confidence to commit less and say no without guilt? Eventually the willpower to quit is just as essential as the willpower to stick with it. To quit with one's head held high, confident that it's the right choice, takes guts. People will think less of us. But we will have rid ourselves us an unnecessary source of stress. Yet, when it comes to kids, we still seem to think that they need to learn the lesson of hanging in there no matter what.

I am a champion quitter. I have quit good jobs, graduate school ambitions, and every diet and exercise plan I've ever adopted. I have changed my career goals so many times no one takes me seriously anymore when I say I want to do such-and-such with my life. I have fantasized being a professional knitter, a martial artist, art school student, trial attorney, writer, competitive rower, cartoonist, mother of twelve, carpenter and at one, very brief time of life, a nun. Yet today I do nothing with my life, except to dabble in a dizzying array of hobbies and skills. I have quit just as many things as I have tried, but I have tried everything without fear or hesitation. Quitting might be one of my worst traits, but my willingness to attempt and succeed at anything is one of my best. So I won't apologize for quitting, not any more. I may never settle on any one thing long enough to become a professional, but I will never lack for interests.

I can't say that Peanut has my zeal for variety. He's fairly single minded about video games, but it's clear to me that forcing him to finish something that gives him nothing but anxiety is pointless. It's better to allow him to dabble and try new things, and drop them as he wishes, than to forever instill in him the idea that any commitment once made can't be unbroken without shame. There's a fine line between showing up for the team and showing up for oneself and, unfortunately, we are too inclined to honor the former and neglect the latter. Especially in today's culture, where parents wring their hands in nervous anticipation of college admissions, it's all too easy to push our kids into sticking with commitments long after they've stopped getting anything out of it.

So Peanut hates being on the swim team; at least he loves swimming. Maybe, in the short amount of time he'll save by skipping practice, he'll master chess or start studying biology. Probably not, but at least he's free to think about how to enjoy his day instead of dreading how he must spend it.

Super Friends

These are the Super Friends, according to Tank. As a two-year-old his cultural reference is fairly limited, so he has to fill in the gaps with his own imagination. I enjoy listening in, but am kind of tired of always being under Robin's thumb. Someday I'm going to snap and tell the kid that Robin is the lamest sidekick ever.

This is Thatman, an obsequious underling to the much cooler Robin. He's sometimes confused with Batman, who is some kind of local real estate mogul - what with castles and lairs and cars named after him. But don't get confused: Thatman is a total poser. If Robin jumps off a cliff, Thatman jumps off the cliff and dies even harder. Fist is extended in a permanent fistbump. Still waiting for Robin to reciprocate.

Joker is the friendliest, happiest guy around. He owns a funhouse where everyone goes to party and get stuck in jail, which is like the best joke ever. Has his own car that he uses to commute to an office like Daddy (note the suit). The car has a hammer he can use to crush people - also an excellent joke. Wears Mommy's make up. Loves hugging. Has clearly never been to the beach.

Wonder Woman is stronger than the boys but spends all her time searching for her lost horse, hence the lasso. She was an Olympic shot putter and now wears a flag all the time because she just has to shove it in everyone's face. Loves riding cats, picking on Joker, and getting lost in a good bookcase.

This is... some kind of photographer, maybe? Really likes the color green. Needs to learn how to accessorize. Irritates everyone by always calling shotgun in the Batmobile. Never gets it.








Superman, the lamest super hero ever. I mean, look at him - he's not even wearing a mask. And his outfit? Obviously copying off of Robin, but not nearly so snazzy. And why is there a 'j' on his forehead? What is that? A middle initial? He's constantly trying to high five the other heroes, which just seems desperate after a while. Disappeared a few months back. Mommy says he's probably behind the radiator, but no one is in a hurry to form a search party.

Bow down to your leader, Robin! He has the coolest costume, the coolest name, the coolest hair cut, the coolest utility belt. He's so awesome Batman lets him use the Batmobile AND the Batbike whenever he wants. Which is often. Usually in the company of his obedient sidekick, Thatman. He's so awesome his fist is raised in a "hell, yeah!" to himself. Still living down the Flinstones vitmain rumor from Joker's last party. He doesn't care what people say, his eyes were red from all his awesomeness.

Presumably "behind the radiator" with Superman, Batgirl is really shirking on her duties as heir of the Batcastle and Batcave. Rumor says Robin is edging her out in Batman's good graces, but the unexplained connection between the Batpeople will probably hold strong. She occasionally hangs with Wonder Woman, but is much too sophisticated to join in the hijinks of the rest of the crew. Currently working on a plan to buy out Joker's playhouse and reopen it as a gastropub.