The other day kid 2 kicked kid 3, so kid 3 pushed kid 2 - into the path of an oncoming car in the grocery store parking
lot. A slow moving car, granted, but the driver gave me one of those...
you're a bad mother kind of looks. I recognized it. From other times my
kids have pushed each other in front of moving cars.
Not
long ago on Facebook there was this adorable video circulating of a mom singing sweetly into
the camera while her little boys rough and tumbled all over the place
behind the scenes. And I thought it was cute - but then I thought that my boys could eat her boys for
lunch. And I wish that young mom strength and a quiet place to hide in the years
to come.
Right now kid 3 is mad at me, because I made him get a haircut. The deal was if he can keep the hair clean and out of his face, he can grow it as long as he wants. But he's a deal breaker straight from a bad game show.... and lives in his knit cap to hide the grease and whatever else might be under there. So now he's all coiffed and shorn like a sheep and growling at me every minute of the day. And poured out his wrath this morning getting ready for school. I think the Bible says something about gnashing of teeth and wars or something. Or maybe demons ... I saw a vision of the end times this morning with Sam.
And kid 1 just pinched the H-E-double-hockey-sticks out of kid 3. Don't know why and I didn't ask.
And kid 1, again, - not loving math and science right now in school. But darn that Kindle Fire... it's just so much more fun than school work. So he's mad at me because I'm holding the Kindle for ransom.
And kid 2 ... he's been around. Didn't quite get his homework all done for tomorrow. Practicing his Scarlett O'Hara attitude... tomorrow's another day. Just another miserably long day he has to wait for Christmas break.
So I stepped out on the porch tonight. In the cold night air. To breathe and listen to the quiet. And to walk away from the boyish yells of Do that one more time and I'll pop both your eyes out.
I'm struggling a bit to get through this season. Not just the holiday season. That too. But mostly this season of tough parenting. And I'm praying to find the beauty in the every day of our family right now.
I think it's in the air right now....and this is the season they are supposed to be extra good. Nate is already getting at least a pound of coal in his stocking, but he says that coal was really a good thing to get because it keeps people warm. Blew that one out of the water.
ReplyDeleteI used to think I was the the sarcasm and eye rolling champion till I had kids.
ReplyDeleteTake it from an older mom whose kids flew the coop years ago, one day you will look back and wish those long ago crazy days had not flown by quite so quickly! Enjoy every crazy, hair pulling day because the best is yet to come. You might wish to go back in time to those wild days but the feeling quickly goes away.
ReplyDeleteTrini, I already know I'll be the proverbial older lady in the grocery store telling young mothers to cherish every moment as they so quickly fly by.....
ReplyDeleteAnd if a trip out to the porch to get my mind right and my blood pressure down is what it takes, I'll happily sweep that porch again and again to keep my heart in the right place. I'm all about my curb appeal anyway.