Big kids confuse me. Three-year old’s confuse me. Pretty much this whole parenting gig confuses me. I am a firm believer in a written exam before pro-creating. If I would have been given that test this week, I would have failed miserably.
1. How do you tame a sassy tongue?
2. How do you curb mega-tantrums?
3. How do you motivate a kid who is content to watch everyone do it for them?
4. How do you instill a sense of responsibility and hard work into your kids?
If anyone can answer these questions I would love it! Because I am floundering. I feel like I have been run over by a steam-roller through these last few weeks. Part of the problem is my fear of letting go, I want independent kids, but I don’t want to risk them becoming too independent, too fast? Does that make sense? Probably not, but really, most of my thought processes right now are just on survival and nothing more!
I have mentioned before, that when I go through times that feel like chaos and uncertainty, I clean my bathroom. It is the only thing that I can control. I scrub and scrub. I pray, and I wait, and I listen and I scrub. Most of my really meaningful conversations with God happen when I am on my knees cleaning my bathroom floor.
Too bad for us that when thing get chaotic, I don’t do laundry….Maybe I need a habit change?!
Potter J. has been fighting a cold for the last few days, and he is one miserable little tot when he doesn’t feel well. On Tuesday, he refused to take a nap, so when Kev came home and was feeding him dinner, he fell asleep. Luckily my camera shoots video too. I couldn’t figure out how to focus it, but it will do in a pinch!
Pray for my heart, that I would be able to call on the Lord when I am desperate, instead of tackling all of the burdens of parenting alone. One of these days I will get it, and I will quit thinking that I am capable of doing it all on my own.