Toddlers, teens & tantrums... You name it, I've dealt with it and I'll tell it like it is.
Friday, 19 December 2014
Atonement Gingerbread men
Saving my sanity
4 year olds are a force to be reckoned with. Lately, I'd been on the losing end of a twin terror tag team - getting ready for preschool was a vein busting shouting match. Getting them to eat breakfast was like asking them to put dirt in their mouths (not like I ever did, but you know, it was a jam sandwich and girl twin had to cry a river just to have 3 bites so we could head out the door?). Commuting on the train was me versus them versus the staring fellow commuters. *groan* You get the picture...
Then one evening I just about had enough and went kinda ballistic shouting, "That's it! I'm going straight to the shops and buying a cane!!" Did I get the terrified response and pleas I hoped for? No. They giggled like I said the funniest thing on earth. Diabolical I tell you.
I was still fuming when I picked up the slender 2 foot long smoothened bamboo. As I held it in my hands walking up and down the aisle buying random things - a measuring tape ( cos I couldn't find the one I had at home the last I wanted to use it) and a plastic converted toilet roll dispenser (wow I've finally found it!), I was tapping myself oaths calves worth that tool of discipline trying to walk off my fury. I must've been a sight because the store staff were watching me as I paced holding this strange array of provisions.
I go back upstairs and aren't the twins just happy as clams. Impervious to how mad they made me all the way home after work and school. I soften. Why do they have to look so cute?
I whip the cane about in the air and lay down the law, "The next time you do this that and the other you guys are gonna get it!" Boy twin smiles like I've made a promise to bring him to the candy store of he's good. I give up.
Then I think, "Do I really want my kids terrified of me because I can inflict bodily hurt on them as punishment?"
I hide the cane in the store room or of sight. Out of my sight. I never want to use that on them.
They finish up dinner , I go have a shower and some thinking time on the loo ... Then I find these Facebook pages called Tru parenting & Joyful courage.
I realized I had been totally disconnected from my kids for a while because of work and my own distractions. I forgot what joyful children they were when we used to play together... When was the last time I really played with them? I couldn't remember. (Cue emotional mum in the shower now)
So I sorted myself out. I was going to go back out there and just live them. Then followed a peaceful night. Bath time and tooth brushing done without years and without a fight. All I was doing was holding their hand in mine, looking them in the eyes and smiling, kissing them... And letting our hearts connect again with gentle words and forgiveness of myself
and them... Though they were just being 4 year olds.
I was the one that needed that cane. Just to remind me of what I didn't want parenting to be like.
Tuesday, 2 December 2014
Putting up a Christmas tree with three year olds ... Fun & Frantic
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She decided that taking a picture of the nail plug and the hole in the wall was more interesting than Christmas tree decorating... |
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Farewell brave friend...you have fought the good fight. |
3. Don't be surprised if your child hasn't the focus or perseverance to get through the whole process. Let him do what he can then thank him for helping. Secretly reposition the 10 baubles he hung on the same branch without him around.
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Girl twin's photo of the decorations |
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First he wanted this star, but then chose the cherub when he realized there was one in the box |