Safe and Alive

On the eve of you're 8th birthday tonight you are so mad at me.  Today is Easter and Leslie is hosting her family Easter dinner and earlier today invited you girls to stop by and join their egg hunt.  We got back from Grandma Barb's after bedtime and being the mean mommy I am, I told you girls to get to bed.  By the way, it's now pitch black outside and the egg hunt still hasn't gone off, so I made the right call.  But back to the story.  I went up to tuck you girls into bed.  Parker of course was storming mad, crying kicking, as would be expected.  I tucked her into bed and came to your room.  You were in bed, sulking but handling  it pretty well.  I decided to tell you how proud I was, which might have been a mistake.  You went on to tell me that I do a good job of keeping you safe and alive, but that I never let you have ANY fun.  And that I embarrass you.  Quick on my feet, and too much on my mind lately, I came back with yep, and I will so may more time in the next ten years.  In reality you know that we take you to do bazillions of fun things, but right now I broke your heart, and that's as far as you can think.  And for sure I will embarrass you over and over.  It's my job, my right, my privilege, because for the most part when I do it it is to keep you safe, alive and sometimes just to teach you how to be a better person.  Oh boy, the next ten years are gonna hurt.