As I sit here and type this up, my youngest child is crying that he is going to “clean!” There are two problems with this; first, it is nap time…. so cleaning is not even on my mind right now and second he fails to ever clean when told too. Now he just turned three so I do give him some leeway in the cleaning department, but of course he is suppose to clean up after himself, just not when he is suppose to be sleeping. As of right now he has made 4 bathroom trips, fallen off the couch twice, made up three songs, put on a pair of shoes, and even told me to make sure that he is not doing anything wrong….. sigh.
Sometimes I wonder if being a stay at home mom is really the job for me, or being a mom at all. Do not judge me, we all have these feelings. Not that I would ever trade my children in, most of the time at least, and I would never give up the life that I have for anything. That does not mean that there are not natural frustrations to go along with parenting.
It is like every time that I buy something for my husband and my middle son tells him that we did NOT buy him… exactly what it was. Or if we use a public restroom and the children have to narrate EVERYTHING that is going on. My son asked me today at the grocery store why that woman looks like a man. Really? And it seems as though when these types of situations happen they are not just a setback in the day, but a notice that this is the theme for the entire rest of the day.
I know all of those parents out there can think of at least one situation that your child/children have said or done something that made you sweat in public without you having to do anything physical. Or even those without children, seeing things happen in stores or restaurants that make you wonder what the heck is going on here! We have all been there, no matter how well behaved your children are, there are always those moments.
My daughter is famous for correcting me when I am telling a story, as if I am lying about the entire thing. She is shy the entire time, unless I make a mishap in recalling a story. She also loves to remind me of how bad my memory is and how I forget everything. At least I think that is what she tells me.
My middle son is famous for being overly emotional. He cries whenever we have to leave a friend’s house, or if he has to eat something that he does not like, which is not much. It is not a normal temper tantrum cry though, it is as if you just broke is heart.
And then there is my youngest son. The one that began this blog… he has relocated from the couch to the floor next to me, after yet another bathroom break of course. Oh yes, my youngest, he is child in his own.
So do I truly wish that I was not a mom? No, these children are my lives, and although they have many times that I wonder what in the world they are doing I would never trade those times for the oh so many times of laughter and love. Because thankfully my children are not always this way, and more than anything they are all full of compassion.
My daughter is truly famous for her brain and her heart. She loves to give away her toys to children that are less fortunate, and calls her younger brothers sweetie or honey if they are upset.
My middle son is a character, he loves to make others laugh and is the first one to give hugs and kisses. He will randomly walk out just say I love you, and is never afraid to share.
And then there of course is my youngest, who right now is break dancing in front of me, as though he is invisible. He is famous for his ability to make us all laugh so hard. Although sometimes he creates frustration, when it is all said and done, it is always hard to stay serious. He is always full of cuddles, and great at melting your heart.
Parenthood. It is a great journey and a wonderful test of patience, and overall a great way to see life through the innocent mind of a child.
