Through trial and error I have learned that I must control my laughter as a parent in some circumstances. Take this evening for example. JR was getting tired and wanted to go watch the end of a movie while laying down in my bed. Jumping up for the couch he goes running to my bedroom, only to forget that he had shut the door earlier in the evening. All I hear is "thud" and then tears. Did I see what happened? No because he wanted to get in the spirit of "Earth Hour" a couple days early and turned off all the lights. Part of me just wanted to laugh as I pictured him bouncing off the door (side note: I knew that he wasn't seriously hurt) but here I have my tired 7 year-old holding his head and crying so I knew I couldn't.
They always say that parenting is not an easy job, and I have definitely learned that over the past 7 years. However, I would not give any of it up for all the money in the world. So in the end, JR fell asleep watching the movie with Hunter (our dog) curled up beside him. It was almost as if the dog knew that JR had had a few bad moments and he wanted to make sure the JR was okay. I keep hoping that tomorrow is a better day.
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