There is a new book on parenting called All Joy and No Fun. This title has intrigued me but I don't think I will read the book. I hope the title is hyperbole. I looked it up and found this short quote:
"Our experiencing selves tell researchers that we prefer doing the dishes — or napping, or shopping, or answering emails — to spending time with our kids," Senior writes. "But our remembering selves tell researchers that no one — and nothing — provides us with so much joy as our children. It may not be the happiness we live day to day, but it's the happiness we think about, the happiness we summon and remember, the stuff that makes up our life tales."
I know that sometimes I felt like an imposter when I was raising young children. Often there were things I would rather do than play a board game or read a story or kick a soccer ball in the back yard or go to a swim meet. But in spite of ourselves, our children brought us much joy as we watched them grow into productive, happy, independent adults.
And they still bring us much joy. I have spent the last hour checking out a Charley Rose interview with Jeff Hammerbacher at Dan's suggestion. It was a fascinating glimpse into a world of big data and its importance for accelerating science and health care delivery. I would never have looked it up without Dan's interest and guidance.
I read Laura's blog daily and it often sends me into further investigation of a world of young professional parents besides giving me a glimpse into Laura's busy life. (lauravanderkam.com)
Jeff cannot share his work with us. The Institute for Defense Analysis is a world of its own which we were permitted to observe as visitors just once. But a great joy for me this week as a grandmother was watching a video of young Michael playing Pachelbel's Canon on a grand piano at the Westminster Music School. I wish we could have been there.
We have been parents for almost 42 years. February 27 is Jeff's birthday--which I always think of as the anniversary of my motherhood as well. Once again, I'll end with my thankfulness--this time for the blessings of children and grandchildren.