When you have kids, it’s unavoidable to also have expectations, most of which turn out to be wrong. But, sometimes, expectations can be wrong in good ways. For example:
I never expected to have a teenage son, who, working closely with his little sister, decided that Boxing Day should include an Eggs Benedict breakfast *and* that Epiphany provided the perfect opportunity to do it all again, except switching roles – Son did eggs & muffins part on Boxing Day, switched to Hollandaise & assembly on Epiphany (he did well at both tasks).
They were very tasty both days. If cholesterol and fat can kill you, Hollandaise should probably be a controlled substance.
This year, we met up with a bunch of Catholic families for an afternoon Epiphany party. What was hilariously contrary to the accepted mythology: the families were HUGE – we were tied for smallest with *only* 5 kids, and the other 5 kid family was young and could certainly add some more – BUT – the parents were extremely well educated, with careers and degrees way on the smart outlier side of things. Me, with a Great Books degree and an MBA, was definitely a piker in this crowd in educational terms.
Which is unsurprising to me – as I’ve mentioned before, the desire for children is a strong motivator toward financial success for fathers, and educati0n does correlate to financial success on the high end. And kids are mostly wonderful and fun. But hanging out with a dozen or so adults and 30-40 kids (I lost count!) all having a great time – certain modern heads would explode. The only crying/unhappiness to be seen was when it was time to leave – a couple little ones didn’t want to go.
We were on for desserts. Around our house, just say the word! Any excuse for baking up desserts in quantity is welcome – 19 year old Daughter did fancy gingerbread cookies; 15 year of daughter did pumpkin cheesecake (yum!) and peanut butter fudge (totally yum!); wife made flan, which, on a table with enough desserts for twice the army we actually had, got sucked down with pleased alacrity. Sons and I sat this one out – next time.
Kids: surprising and wonderful!