Or when you realize too quickly that you are just adding to the negative behavior when you react to the son’s yelling with just more yelling? Like maybe that would be the time to implement the softer voice and use words like that book that your sister lent to you probably tells you to do anyway. I probably need to read that book.
Are you just more profound these days? Or is someone upstairs trying to point out some needed improvements? Hmmm…makes one wonder when she is driving on the freeway with all three of her normally wild children who are now peaceful asleep.
Like when two out of three children are still asleep from the awesome day at the zoo (no school) and you are remembering earlier conversations. I just met (sorry for the abrupt change in perspective) the cutest girl (which by cute, I mean classy inside not outside, but she was cute outside too, which is frequent with the ladies I meet…which meetings happens a lot when you are friends with other classy girls ) and she remarked that she could have four children under the age of 6 because they were all so good. Which then I remarked “Lucky!” I should add that she did indeed have four children under the age of 6. Okay, so this isn’t directly the conversation but my summarized version and its already weird that I’m blogging about a person I met a few hours ago.
Anyway, the point is…are her children that much more well behaved than mine? Or have I hand picked the spunkiest of the bunch?
But maybe (here’s the profound self-discovery part) we had the same kind of kids and that I just always called mine ‘crazy and wild’ and she called hers ‘sweet and helpful’. Or maybe I really will get a prize for raising the most ‘independent’ little monkeys.
Just made a girl start to think anyway. Dang that perspective! Should my kids be hearing me tell people how sweet and helpful they are (even if I feel like I’m lying) instead of awing over other peoples more well behaved ones? Hmmm….and how many more things are like this?, and why am I realizing these things all on the same day.
Because no matter if you have the most wild child on the planet, which I tend to think I have a monopoly of, we (us mothers) all secretly think they are the most fabulous, smartest, talented and best looking little people. Don’t try to deny it. I even think that mine are really well behaved...just in certain isolated settings. So why don’t we toot that part more and downplay the wild and crazy part? Okay, maybe you are already tooting. Maybe you are tooting so much that you are driving your friends crazy. Maybe I should pick a different word than tooting? Although my kids would like that word.
But today makes me want to do things a little different, and there isn’t anything wrong with that. Another one is awake, gotta go. I think I'll go give him 52 kisses.
p.s. I’ve decided to embrace the run on sentence in case you haven’t noticed. Jason is working too late to correct me and too busy to read my blog. Love you hon, thanks for bringing home the baconp.s.s. and sorry to all those i didn't tell I was going to the zoo. it was a last moment decision and baylie is sort of sick. i guess another sorry for all the people we contaminated.