I sometimes forget that this is a part of parenting.

The privilege of on-going company to play games with.

The privilege of sharing a blanket

and a couch.

The privilege to share food and silverware.

The privilege to sit beside someone and be comfortable in the silence.

The privilege to wait patiently as frustration boils over and the privilege to embrace with open arms (over and over again) the loving boy who is learning that sometimes life is unfair

The privilege to teach balance and practice and strength.

The privilege to encourage imaginative and dramatic play.

The privilege to raise children.