Monday, January 27, 2014

Pour me a tall glass of patience, please.

   Today was rough. Motherhood is rough. It's not all rainbows and butterflies. I'm not going to lie. Sometimes I wish I could just run away.  Or, at least hide in a closet behind the clothes with a pillow over my head. Anything to take me away from the here and now. From the noise. From sticky little hands tugging me this way and that way. But, who said motherhood would be easy anyways, right?

   My precious, precious two year old definitely keeps me on my toes. If patience was offered in a perscription pill form I'd ask for the highest dosage. Some days I feel like all I'm doing is trying to avoid explosions. I do whatever it takes to keep the "bomb" from exploding. 
   He doesn't understand the word, "wait." It's now or never.
   If you mess with his trucks. Oh, boy.
   If he can't have this or that the world must be ending.
   This little boy has always been my strong willed child. As a baby, he'd cry for hours and only wanted me to hold him. I had a long list of songs I sang to him as I rocked him to sleep for nap times and for bed time he'd only fall asleep if some part of his body was touching mine. 
   
   Now, I know what you're thinking. I must be a horrible mother who doesn't dicipline her child. 
   Well, I never said I was perfect. 
   I'll admit, some days I just do what it takes to get through the day. Even if it means bribing with snacks. Some days I dicipline with extra cuddles and attention. Some days I do the "Time out" approach. I know consistency is key when diciplining but I also believe that some days this works and some days that works. 
   All I know is that I'm still learning. Motherhood isn't easy in my opinion.

   As I lay in bed thinking about all that went on today I have to remind myself that, yes, motherhood is rough but I'm not on this road alone. I have my husband and I have God. Instead of thinking, "I need to get away!", I should praise God that I even have children to call my own. Instead of getting overwhelmed with all that I 'need' to do I should be asking for help from my husband. I am not in this alone. I just need to learn to ask.
   And, maybe, I should eat a chocolate bar or two as my "therapy." ;-D

   Oh, PS, my two year old is not some horrible wild child. He has his bad days but he truly is the most silliest, cutest, sweetest little boy ever! I couldn't ask for a better two year old. <3

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