Sometimes, parenting is pretty challenging. Stick-to-it-ness is what keeps me sane on the best of days. Over the summer, my little dude, being in a house full of big people, got a wee bit spoiled…we dressed him, fed him, and did all sorts of extra’s for him…now that we are well in the swing of our regular routine, I guess my little guy thinks that he should be spoon fed….
This morning, he cried for TWO.HOURS.AND.FOURTY.FIVE. minutes. Talk about the need for patience. Usually, way before this point, someone would give in and feed him…but, today was the day it had to be done. A lot of tough love for a little determined, strong-willed dude…and of course, a lot of snuggles and encouragement….guess what? We did it. I didn’t leave the house screaming, and Kaeden ate breakfast on his own….
I know there will be tough mornings from here on out, but I am determined to stick to our routine. As moms, we want our kids to grow with confidence and independence. Sometimes, it’s a hard road getting there….but we love them, so we help them along…
…seems like a small thing, but small things encourage bigger things…I know some of you moms out there know exactly what I’m talking about…
We did it!
We are not a hugely religious family, but we do have God in our lives…daily…one night, before dinner, last week, Kaeden looked very concerned as he looked at us all very concerned as we were about to eat our dinner… “Dear Jesus?”
We had neglected to give thanks for our dinner. What a simple lesson of giving thanks. My children teach me something new every day, and I am thankful for them.
My gorgeous husband and I recently returned from a week-long trip down south. While the circumstances were initially sad, as we went to bury Jeff’s grandmother, it was a wonderful and positive trip.
Life is always so busy, trying to fit in the time with family, cultivate friendships, and to keep marriages fresh and new….you know what I mean. Being away definitely gave me time to reconnect with my best friend, meet some of my extended family, and believe it or not, gave me the chance to miss my 3 babies…if you’re a mom who works from home with young children, I am sure you understand where I’m coming from….
…anyways, being away helped me appreciate so many different things. It helped me appreciate how much I really love my Jeff. Sometimes days go by and we have only had time to talk about the logistics of our lives. It helped me appreciate how as much as I enjoyed my time away, I would not trade having my 3 gorgeous boys for all the alone time in the world. And yes, it made me remember how much I love a full night of uninterrupted sleep, hot coffee, and eating a meal and actually tasting every delicious bite. I sometimes forget how much I love the taste of food.
Time away, every once in a while is really wonderful.