All peaceful interludes with a 3-year-old have their limits, so we moved to a park for cupcake dessert and presents knowing the fresh air and playground equipment would keep the celebration from a pre-school meltdown catastrophe. What I didn't expect was how the tiny riverfront rock and sand beach would double the number of kids I had from two to four.
It's not that I don't experience incredible joy and happiness being an adult alongside my kids (having lunch at a restaurant was awesome), it's just that I'd like to recreate the skipping rocks and kerplopping phenomenon as often as possible. Of course, parent planning may help prevent disaster, but it probably doesn't manufacture parental zen. So maybe all I can do is enjoy those moments when they happen, and look forward to constantly being surprised.