Critical Moms. I was almost one last Saturday. I witnessed this mom at the library who was yelling across the room to her son. I was like ‘what the heck’. Stop reading ‘People’ and go see what he wants. I’m all for yelling in the comfort of home, but not really in the library.
I had it all planned in my head how I was going to write up what went on in the library that day – because believe me, it was waaay more than the paragraph above….
Then I went to check out my books – The librarian and I started chatting about life in general. I told her about my boy who escaped the library the other day and how bad spirited he is. She told me about her equally spirited son, once upon a time, 30+ years ago. Then she said it – “But you have it much worse than I did…..Mom’s your age can be so critical”. Yep, she’s right, and I suppose I’m guilty.
“Mama – Flowr”
In the front yard the other day, I looked around and saw all of our dandelions. They are all. over. the front yard. My husband has been complaining about it for the 3 years we have lived here. He has tried everything, he used an aerator, countless weed killers; some stuff you spray, some you spread. My two year old, Z, out of nowhere, starts pulling them up and offering them to me as a gift. Yelling “Mama-Flowr”, he had handfuls of the weeds and kept giving me the flowers he had picked. How great it would be to look at the world with a little bit of innocence, Z had no idea they were weeds; to him, he was picking his mama some “flowr”s.
I posted my goals for this week on Sunday. We have hopes for moving our 2 year old into his toddler bed, but that is not looking too good. Last night, he actually got in the bed, so that is a win – he’s never voluntarily gotten in the toddler bed. I sat with him for a few minutes, but that proved to be a game of pretending to have his eyes shut. So, I left the room.
It took about 30 seconds for him to do the same.
I tried putting him back in bed. It worked for about 10 seconds and involved crying. Part of me thinks he is just not ready to be out of his crib. I guess he feels safe in it. I rocked him for a few minutes and he got straight into his crib and went right to sleep.
Please don’t accuse me of babying him. He is my baby!