On Being A Success

I've touched poo with my bare hand more times than I'd care to admit. It's not like I like it. It's just part of the job.

I am a parent.

Being a parent means making an investment in myself as a parent, in my kids as people, and in us all as a family. The investment takes a lot of time, energy, and resources. When I try to think about what non-parents do with all of the time, energy, and resources they have (that isn't taken up by parenting) I feel a profound curiosity. So... instead of cleaning up poo, you do what?

While I totally acknowledge that cleaning up a little person's poo may not be the most prestigious job, I'd be lying if I said I didn't internally laugh at the expense of any young single person who has ever carelessly implied that parenting isn't really as valuable as ________________ (whatever marker of their career they happened to be talking about). That parenting isn't interesting. That parenting isn't any measure of success.

I get it. Success means a high profile career, great salary, whacks of stuff, connections to important people...(not to mention being able to schmooze at events without needing enough notice to find a sitter). It doesn't mean sensing a child's frustration when they're too young to form words yet and slowly, patiently teaching them how to sign. Being at every game. Making sacrifices so they can be better off. Knowing all the important stuff. Being unpopular because you're doing what's best. Giving them a safe, loving place to grow, and teaching them how to be good human beings when they go out into the world.

Being successful isn't generally equated with being a good parent. But it should be.

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