Yesterday Ethan informed me that he was now to be called Roger, not Ethan.
Parenting is hard, I stink at it so much. I get tired, oh so tired, I scold, I make toys be cleaned up, I fuss about beds being made, chore charts being completed, sharing and oh - would the bickering ever end. But days like this, when I look at my three year old who has learned to scrunch up his face in thought whenever he is asked a question (and how it almost always makes me laugh), decides he wants to be called Roger. That moment of that day, things are good. Parenting is joyful. I pray I forget the time outs, the need to be on my game all the time, the sorrowful sighs as I struggle to be what three little kids need and instead remember the day that my Ethan became Roger. Because who they are, special little cars lined up on a stair and all, is what makes today work.