Tonawanda News — A big part of parenthood is learning how to strike a balance between give and take.
Specifically, your children find out how much the can take. Then you give it.
Don’t get me wrong. Having children is the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done.
But man, it has its moments that leave you questioning — well, pretty much everything.
And you give pretty much everything you have, as well. Even when trying to sneak in a few moments for yourself, there is a price to pay.
GET: An enjoyable afternoon at the zoo with my son.
GIVE: My pride, after Rigby swings the door open of the bathroom stall I’m using, and the first person we see all day just happens to enter the bathroom just as I step out — pants at my ankles — to close it.
GET: Fifteen minutes of peace in the shower.
GIVE: The following 30 minutes cleaning up the cereal, Buzz Lightyear toys, dog treats or whatever else Rigby might have gotten into.
GET: To watch a few minutes of a program I enjoy.
GIVE: The health and well-being of any number of body parts, each of which Rigby climbs on, pokes and stomps after he quickly grows bored with a show that isn’t animated. I also give a slice of my daughter’s innocence after a naughty word accidentally gets through the censors and she immediately asks me to define it.
GET: To pick up Penny from school and take her to the store for a bit of father-daughter time.
GIVE: My patience. Apparently unhappy our destination does not have “Chuck E. Cheese” or “McDonald’s” in its title, Penny proceeds to inform me how boring the things we do together are and how horrible I made her life. The irony of her saying this as she chews the pretzel I bought her and zips up the coat I got her to keep warm is lost on her.