Yesterday, I stumbled upon an old rerun of the Supernanny. In the course of one episode, the supernanny guided a family of pint-size hooligans (with two substandard parents) into a model, functional family. I devoured the episode (feeling a bit like I could relate to the chaos) and mentally jotting down notes on techniques and tips. It was Parenting 101. Things I knew, or should have known, but needed a good reminder to implement again. The supernanny stressed: 1) consistency, 2) positive responses, 3) attentiveness, 4) structure, and 5) fun.
As I sifted through her advice, I realized I've forgotten to have fun with my kids. I'm not even talking big, gigantic, amusement park fun. I'm talking about playing a board game fun. Nestling by the fire and diving into a Dr. Seuss book fun. Playing the role of the bad guy while a son maneuvers superhero figurines fun. Making decadent hot chocolate with four little ones fun.
Today, I was more attentive and had fun with the boys. Little fun. Good fun. This certainly isn't a commercial for the tips provided by the Supernanny, but the boys (and I) had a truly wonderful day. As the sunset, I realized how I really just enjoyed being their mom.
Thanks to a silly little TV show for reminding me the blessing of my little, fun boys.
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