Lord help me, I’m having one of those days today. The kind of day where I worry if my parenting choices are ruining my children. The kind of day where I question my sanity for choosing to homeschool them. What was I thinking? They drive me nuts! It’s one of THOSE days today.
Our picture schedule shows a full day of school, sports classes, and arts and craft activities. Reality is that I have two, whiny little boys who don’t want to do anything and are taking it out on me. I’m feeling completely frazzled and having a hard time working up the energy to motivate them. I sure could use a timeout right now but there are no timeouts in parenting.
Even my prayers are hurried. I’m pleading for guidance while wiping up spills, stuffing snacks in backpacks and searching for a lost shoe. I just had both shoes in my hand, how on earth did I lose one?
Frustrated, I give up on my plans for the day and throw the lone shoe back in the closet. Desperate, I frantically search for the TV remote in hopes of some relief from their constant whining.
Remote in hand I turn on the TV as the boys begin to circle. Eli’s chanting, “Little Einsteins” over and over drowning out Owen’s increasingly loud wails of disagreement. I try to be patient. I explain for the millionth time about compromising. FIRST we’ll watch an episode of Little Einsteins THEN we’ll watch a show that Owen wants. Owen’s too distraught to follow along and unable to verbalize what he wants. Everything I do and say only makes his tantrum worse.
Reaching my breaking point, I scream, “That’s ENOUGH! I’ve had it with both of you! Get out of my face! GO!”
In shock, both boys immediately stop whining. If I were in a better mood, I would have found their shocked expressions amusing.
Eli’s bottom lip begins to quiver as he backs up and covers his eyes. Apparently, watching his Mommy come undone is too much for him.
Through the pounding in my ears, I hear Owen’s quiet voice saying, “Take a deep breath, Mommy.”
My eyes immediately fill with tears. My sweet boy, who often struggles managing his emotions, recognized that I was having a difficult time and comforted me the same way I’ve shown him when he’s having a meltdown.
I take a deep breath in, “They ARE listening, it IS working, we are going to be okay,” and I exhale.