I find myself apologizing more to them these days. Don’t get me wrong…I know that I’m a good mom. But, man do I screw up. Yesterday I punished Hannah for being disrespectful. She’s 3. That girl has the biggest teenage girl attitude already! I have NO idea where she gets it from! ;) I punished her because she’s been making this obnoxious grunting sound when I tell her to do something. She also has been saying FiiiiiiiiiiiNE! and Moooooooooooom! She’s a smart girl…and she doesn’t miss a thing. She can sing a song after hearing it once and she’s already becoming pretty emotionally healthy…”Micah stop! You’re making me angry!” (Insert “My mom is a counselor” brain damage here…)
I was talking with a friend tonight about parenting…and how this world is just too confusing. (And then my kid peed on her floor). When we were kids, we watched shows like Looney Tunes where dads hit their kids over the head with baseball bats for asking dumb questions at dinner, they also shoot their kids in the head with a pistol…yes it’s true. Shows have words like “stupid” and “freakin” and OH MY GOODNESS WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO?!?!?!?!? I worry about what their brains are absorbing with Elmo talking about how the earth is a billion years old and My Little Pony casting spells on people… The feminists are bashing men and telling our little girls that boys are dumb and worthless and that they don’t want anything to do with them. Then I look at my sweet, sensitive little boy who just wants to be a helper and love his mom and sister with all of his heart…Then there’s the story in the news where hundreds of girls were abducted in Africa from their school and sold as brides to terrorists…and a chill runs down my spine.
In a world of crazy…what in the heck do we do?! According to Blues Clues…I should STOP, BREATHE, and THINK. :) Good advice. According to God, I am being conformed to the image of Jesus…I trust him, I ask for wisdom, discernment, and protection. I remember that God loves my kids more than me…that he has entrusted them to me for a reason…and that he is always doing something new. I’m excited for this adventure.
and oh yeah…I’m the one that grunts when I’m frustrated…so I’m the one that taught my daughter to be disrespectful to me! Try explaining that to a 3 year old.
These are the things that go through my head during the days while I’m running around like a crazy headless chicken.
Now it’s 7am and my kids are wide awake asking to watch Coo Coo’s (Blue’s Clues). I’M UP and darn it…I’m drinking my coffee from my fancy china mug this morning.
Until the next time :-), C