Posts tagged ‘mom struggles’
What’s a Mom to DO?
I have a dilemma. There is a neighbor with an eight year old son who is a whirlwind, to put it nicely. Usually I tend to avoid allowing my boys to spend time with kids that I don’t want them picking up bad habits from, but this boys happens to be the son of our 4-H leader and a good friend of mine. Sigh!
Tonight is the kickoff bbq and I am terrified that my boys, being younger than he is, will come home after spending an hour or so with this kid and be saying things like “Oh god!” and acting maniacal. Not to mention that for this family money is not an object and they have every toy known to man including all the video game systems and state of the art computer equipment.
At our house, partly out of necessity ;), we emphasise non-monetary contentment and I struggle big time with Thing Two and his addictive nature toward video games. That amounts to their dad’s old Nintendo on rare occasions and three days a week he is allowed to earn time at a free online game where a quad goes forward and backward on a two dimensional track. So nothing fancy at all.
I guess what I’m wondering is how do I prepare them for time with this boy since it is not possible to keep them segregated from every ornery boy on the planet! I’m sure mine can come up with lots of their own trouble too.
Do I sit them down and have a “talk” about not conforming to other’s standards?
Do I prepare them for the sorts of thing he might say (and that I’ve heard him say) and mention how his disrespect of his mother will not be tolerated by me?
I truly love this family and I dont’ want my boys going in saying, “My mom said….” But I love my boys more and I want to prepare them in the most Godly but not condescending way.
Did that make any sense at all?
What are your thoughts?
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Sometimes I Forget
Sometimes I forget to taste my food.
I’ve even forgotten what wheat tastes like.
Sometimes I forget that my children are all very young,
That the oldest is young enough to still fear the dark.
Sometimes I forget to hug my husband,
And that my best weapon is prayer, my shield is the God who sees!
Sometimes I forget that I do a good job,
That the children will not remember a swept floor, a well thought out meal.
Sometimes I forget my manners, my patience, my happy countenance
But my Jesus, my Joy
He is my witness
Sometimes I forget
He never forgets
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Tinkle Torture
Yeah that’s right, it says “tinkle” not “tickle”!
As many of you know I’m in the process of potty training the Bubba and let me tell you it is an adventure to put it mildly. Training a toddler with two older brothers is a lot different than when I trained the first two who didn’t have peer pressure to guide them in potty time fun.
Today before nap I scurried Bubba up the stairs to get a diaper. While I was putting Pee Wee into her crib singing a lullaby and tickling her baby soft ribs I heard a tinkle from the direction of the bathroom that sits between the “baby girl room” and “3 boys room”.
Now before you cry mutiny and snicker at my “little Princess” getting to reside solo in the “royal suite” please know that the Thinglets did this to themselves. As I was setting up the nursery I prepared it for Bubba and Pee Wee but the boys pitched such a fit that I had to squeeze the toddler bed into the already stuffed “2 boys bedroom” and it promptly became the “3 boys bedroom”. Sigh! Even if I don’t turn her into “the Princess” her big brothers will.
At any rate the tinkling began and I jerked around, stole into the bathroom to find the Bubba desperately hanging onto his “peanut” (as he calls it- pardon my description of this torturous event) while an ark of tinkle reached up and over the potty sprinkling the toilet tank, then the floor, then the seat.
Oh NO! He hasn’t got AIM! Who would expect him to at the good ol’ age of “SOoo TEW”. I watched in horror not wanting to get myself into the baptising and trying to figure out how to help.
He leaned forward and tried to stop the stream only instead of relaxing he pulled harder and this time the tinkle went nearly straight up and dribbled ceremoniously on his pudgy belly and trailed down his legs.
“Stop, stop!” I finally manage, though I don’t know how I expected him to accomplish that.
He tried, and I stretched my go go gadget arms aiming for his pits, snatched him up and dangled him triumphantly over the porcelain throne just in time for the last little dribble.
“I done!” he announced with dignation.
Just another day in Paradise!
Frustration
A new hitch in my meal making adventures has surface. Bubba, my food loving 2yr old has a number of other food intolerances or allergies besides the celiac. I’ve been trying different foods one at a time after a version of an elimination diet where he ate only rice, chicken and a few other very bland things for a month. I kept a journal of the process and discovered that he can not tolerate milk, soy (including soy oils it appears), tree nuts, apples, strawberries, and any citrus (included in all soda’s and most juices).
Almost every dressing/marinade contains either soy or citrus. Our family standby protein snack (nuts) is out of the question. Most cereals are out even some of the newly re-done CHEX. I had been getting confident with the food allergies already in place and this just seems out of control!
The poor guy practically views food consumption as his love language, ha ha, and it seems much like a cruel joke. He is the least picky of my kids and yet at two he knows to ask “It not make me sick?” when any food is offered to him. Although he understands that he feels better when avoiding certain things his brothers have it is exceptionally difficult to keep alternatives for all the things we were used to having.
I don’t know why this seems so different since I have already been through the shock of discovering myself and three of my kids are celiac.
My tendency has been to make good food that is naturally gluten free and not have to worry about making one, two or three alternative meals for non-wheat, non-soy, non-whatever individuals. We all eat together for the most part. Bubba and I have our own milk and on rare occasions Matt has a loaf of bread stashed in a special cupboard but everything else is the same.
NOW what?
Thank you, I just had to vent. This is one reason why there have not been recipes posted here lately. Hoping to get my groove back soon!
Another Attempt- Macro Monday
My title could be very telling if you allow it some depth of reason! Are Macro and Mom synonyms? I wish I was a centipede.
One of the major struggles I have in my life is to remember to stop and smell the flowers!
I look at everything through a “macro” lens of critical thoughts and suspicion. It is such an easy thing to do especially with small children. Instead of feeling blessed by the “quality” time included in picking up multiples of puzzle pieces from several dumped puzzles I get frustrated and overwhelmed. I need to stop and consider my blessings and enjoy my darling children.
I found this encouragement on a magnet, author unknown…
EXCUSE This House
Some houses try to hide the fact that children shelter there: Ours boasts of it quite openly, the signs are everywhere.
For smears are on the windows, little smudges on the doors; I should apologize, I guess, for toys strewn on the floor.
But I sat down with the children and we played and laughed and read, and if the doorbell doesn’t shine their eyes will shine instead.
For when I have to choose between the one job or the other, though I need to cook and clean, first I’ll be a mother.
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Real life isn’t all roses or maybe it is.
My struggle with PPD
Look Who’se Talking