What does parenting and galaxy evolution have in common? Well for one, kids and galaxies come in all different shapes and sizes. Galaxies are made up of stars, and as the stars evolve, so do the galaxies. When our little stars are born, the galaxy is quiet and nurturing. As they move through the stages of childhood, and out of the “Mommy is awesome” stage to the tumultuous pre-teen years, it is here that we feel the eruptions begin. We must shield and protect the Parental Unit *that would be the ones in charge,* at all costs!
Kids evolve at all different rates. One day they are smarting off like they know it all, and the next they are crying out loud for attention. The confusion and the upheaval of parenting pre-teens is similar to many outer space happenings. Our own Sun has a very stormy surface, much like what we experience at home with our kids. The sun has spots that randomly appear and then disappear and they are made of hot, glowing gases. It’s these very gases that cause explosions into space, very similar to the explosions I’ve experienced daily since summer break began!
The sun is a huge ball of spinning gas and while it’s spinning, not all parts rotate at the same speed. Sound familiar? My twins cannot agree on anything. They purposely make it a point to rotate in opposite directions. They don’t want to do the same activities, eat at the same places, or listen to the same music. In fact, even though they are the same age, they are definitely in different orbits!
So how do I handle all of this galactic evolution and these two spinning, explosive balls of gas? I freak out most of the time. I wish upon a star that I had grabbed a spot on the International Space Station when it was available. I sit at my computer a lot with my head in my hands blocking out the chaos, while rocking back and forth, pretty much what everyone else does.
I’ve got a long galactic evolution phase ahead of me, my kids are only eleven, yikes! Sometimes I just sit outside and stare at the moon or the stars, anywhere I can escape from the bickering and the eye rolling. Maybe one night I’ll see Halley’s Comet. Or maybe one day the kids will be grown and only visit on holidays. If all else fails, there’s always that iced cold, salty margarita just waiting for me, poolside.
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