Emotional and Social “Firsts”

We put a ton of emphasis on children’s “firsts” but generally only the physical ones – first smile, first roll, first step. I think we should also be celebrating the emotional and social “firsts” – the first time he handed the toy in his hand to another child, the first time he stopped, and thought, and decided not to hit. The first time he looked at Mom for a moment, took in what she was feeling, and reacted to help and to serve.

These are just as meaningful. ❤

T said: “Umma, are you still tired?” I said “Yes”. He said, “You can go back to sleep. I’ll take care of W.” *melt*

Successful Momming Day

*Note* This is from the beginning of the Summer. Just never got around to finishing my draft. Working full time with 3 kids is a total CIRCUS!! #notimeforanythingever

There are days when I feel like I’m running on empty. I’m trying to keep going – the chores, the school drop offs, the breaking up of fights, the life lessons – because, well, I have to! It’s my ultimate responsibility in life. I try to stretch myself so much that I get to my breaking point and I snap at everything. I just yell and yell and I’m so emotional that I can’t parent properly. I can’t parent the way I want to, the way I know I should, and then at night when everyone is asleep, I feel guilt on top of guilt for it.

But every once in a while, days just go right. I have just a little more patience. My kids talk just a little softer and get along just a little longer. The sun shines a little brighter and the breeze blows at just the right times.

Today was one of those days. A friend and I spontaneously decided to schlep our 3 kids each to a nearby farm for strawberry picking. We were bold and daring. The open fields were calling. So many things could have gone wrong, but nothing really did. We found our way just fine, found a parking spot just fine, walked to the fields just fine, picked a thousand beautiful strawberries, took a thousand beautiful pictures. Everyone was smiling, eyes wide in wonder. I guess nature (and good friends!) will do that to you. Especially in this area, we need it more than we realize.


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We had lunch in a little picnic area where the 6 kids raced around and around in circles laughing their heads off. Then we visited the petting zoo. The kids loved watching the fuzzy bunnies hop around, bouncing into each other like fluffy snowballs. They giggled and trembled as the giant llamas hobbled over and ate pellets out of their hands with their funny, wobbly, lips.

I felt so good. I felt like, “Hey, wait a minute, I am a good mom. Look how happy my kids are. Look how they’re so content and just living this moment to its fullest in the glorious present.” I was patient and kind and poised during the whole excursion. This is the kind of day I want my kids to remember. That relaxed, smiling face is the face I want them to remember when they think back to their childhood.

And after a long, stressful week, now I’m just so at peace. Today was a successful Momming day. Virtual high five!!

Tell me about a Successful Momming or Dadding day you’ve had! 🙂

I Hate Legos

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I have a love/hate relationship with Legos.

That’s not true. It’s just hate.

Ok, I should specify. I mean the small legos. The ones that come by the hundreds and thousands in a box. That have the pointy edges and are just the perfect size to crunch and stab right into the small of your foot or between your innocent, unsuspecting toes. That always seem to find their way perfectly into the exact path you walk in the middle of the night from your bed to the bathroom. Or the crib. Or the table to get the whining toddler the water.

Yes, I love creativity. Yes, I believe children should let their minds run wild and free, and CREATE and HAVE FUN! Let them be kids, for God’s sake! Yes, yes. I just can’t do Legos anymore. I tried for so long. Off they go. All of them. Into little plastic baggies and readied for the next donation opportunity. God bless the mom who courageously accepts them into her home.

Sorry, Legos, you’re just not making the cut. At least not for now. Maybe I’ll bring y’all back when all three of my kids are over 4 and can clean up in a more consistent and orderly fashion. We’ll see.