Ugh Teething!



Let me just say teething is no fun and times two is how should I say? Hellacious! Yeah that works. This week the kids cut their second tooth and life as been really, really hard. There is a light at the end of this immediate tunnel as each one's new tooth is finally through the skin. I am now convinced that the reason we can't remember our first year of life is that it is so damn painful most of the time. Between the actual birth experience, growing pains, shots, incoming teeth, and assorted other maladies, evolution has stepped in to protect us from the memories of it all.

I give lots of cuddles, hugs, and kisses but still can't make the pain go away. That has been very hard to handle. It rips my heart out and sometimes my soul leaves for a little while just so I can endure as a parent. For me, it has been yet another lesson in letting go of control. However, as I write this I think to myself how thankful I am that thus far I have only needed to go through the normal trials of raising children. A quick reality check is all that is needed to imagine what it's like for the parents of chronic or terminally ill children (or other loved ones). For they are the ones that really have to learn how to relinquish personal control.

Well, there you go... I was sitting down to write a simple paragraph about our teething experiences as of late and I waxed philosophic in the end. The nature of the beast we call the blog!