The other day a friend of ours told us something really beautiful about his relationship with his teenage son. He said that as his child gets older, he feels more and more like a “moment collector,” gathering and cherishing as many memories as he can of all of the precious moments they get to spend together.
We think this is an amazing way to look at parenthood.
This week our family hit a major milestone – our firstborn child told her first big lie. And you know what’s worse? She told it…to cover up a crime!
The evidence was pretty damning. We started finding little clumps of cleanly snipped hair all over the house. In the bathroom sink. On the kitchen floor. Even at the bottom of the stairs. It looked like a regular mane massacre in there.
And we didn’t need an elite squad of highly intelligent and super-sexy DNA analysts to figure out whose hairs they were. The length and color of the samples could only match two members of the family – the Doctor, and our four-year-old daughter. And Mommy’s hair was currently looking like a Real Housewives reunion show…way too long, and in desperate need of a cut.