No. It's a word you say often as a parent. It is unavoidable. You can't escape it.
But this week, we had a day of yes. O and I decided to drive up from a local family vacation so she could attend her last swim lesson, and since it was just the two of us, everything suddenly felt rarified and special.
O: Can we roll down the windows and listen to rock and roll?
O: Can we swim in the deep pool before my lesson?
O: Can we have chocolate chocolate chip pancakes with a whip cream face for dinner?
O: Can we go snuggle on the blanket on the lawn and look at the stars?
O: Can I stay up aaaaaaaallllllll night?
She made it until 9:30, and as I carried her to bed, she almost looked like my baby again, but only for a second.
Yes to rock and roll. Yes to a swim in the cool deep water. Yes to the stars. Parenting is hard, but too often I set myself up for failure. I forget that it's ok to enjoy it, that an extra half hour of stars and snuggling is worth more than a clean kitchen.
I'm going to remember to take the joy that my children are offering me, to say yes as often as I can.