By Peter Hartlaub
One of my favorite kid-related memories, bittersweet as it was, happened a little over two years ago. It was our first family birthday after my grandmother died. She had been the center of our family in a lot of ways — my grandparents on my mother’s side immigrated from Mexico, worked very hard and set the value standard for our family — and her last few stroke-addled months hadn’t been easy.
So we’re sitting around a table on my mother’s birthday, going through the motions with food and a few forgotten presents in the corner, but mostly feeling lost and a little depressed. Then my sister’s son, 3 years old at the time, broke the silence. He said the following with complete enthusiasm, and no hint of sarcasm.
“This is the best birthday party that I’ve ever been to!”
I’m very aware that people without kids read this blog, and some of the subjects we tackle function as a form of birth control. So this is one of those “little things” that make parenting totally worth it: Kids are optimistic.