Some Good

When D2 was young we would pick her up from Daycare and ask the question, "Were you good?" One particularly memorable day she hesitated, knowing of the report her teacher was to make involving her applying her fangs to a poor helpless victim, she tilted her head and smiled hugely and replied honestly, "Some good."

Indeed. Even the worst day usually has "some good." Sure the pumpkins stuck to the pan, the meat spoiled and the brand new full to the brim gallon of milk spilled over all the cookbooks and the new iPhone charging on the counter, but still, there was "some good."

Well, no, I can't actually think of any. But surely, there MUST be some good, somewhere. The cat barfed on the tile instead of the carpet, I guess that was good. Only a parent can look on the brighter side of vomit to find good, I guess.

I remember when people said high school would be the best years of your life. Thankfully they were not. I mean who wants acne, insecurity, and all manner of indignity to be the best years of your life? I remember thinking that if that was true I should just jump off the nearest bridge ASAP because high school was not my forte. Sure you have no real responsibility but you also have no real freedom. Give me an ID card and a platinum Visa any day over youthful innocence. (Not that I actually advocate for credit card usage, but you know what I mean.) Wrinkles seem like a small price to pay for escaping Bedlam.

Today I changed my FB picture to one of my grandfather. In it, he is in uniform and looks to be in his early 20's. Which means he was younger than I am now, by quite a margin. We won't discuss how big that margin really is. If he was still alive he would be in his 90's today.

Funny how your old relatives were once young people. My point is that if they survived all that, and mostly did it without modern things like penicillin, then I guess there really isn't much that isn't good after all.