Enough

My oldest son had a play date at our house today. My youngest thinks all of his brother’s friends are his friends too so it’s a win-win. The weather was terrible so the kids were confined to the house. They played video games and ran through the house shooting each other with Nerf guns. I also fed them Chick fil a for lunch.

Rewind the clock to my childhood. My parents were very anti social when I was growing up and if there wasn’t a neighbor around to play with me I sat home feeling pretty bored. I’m not bitter. I think it was a similar experience for a lot of kids in the 80s and 90s.

I think what drives me absolutely crazy is how somehow at the end of the day I feel like I’m not enough. What is enough? Is that goal attainable? My kids do exponentially more than I ever did. But then I think to myself did they get enough exercise, did they learn anything, should they have built something? Should I have baked cookies? It’s frustrating.