“It’s too early!”
“I’m so tired. Can’t I just sleep in?”
“I don’t want to make my lunch. Can’t you make me a special one?”
I’ve sworn off lunch making this year. I refuse to do it. I hate making lunches so I will not be swayed. I will remain strong. I will not make them in a boat…I will not make them with a goat…. I will not make them by a tree; I will not make them in the sea… (I need to get some sleep. Obviously)
Besides the lunch making thing, I have also decided I will not fight my children to get them out the door by 7:20 am. I’m sure everyone else’s kids hop out of bed the minute their alarm rings but mine don’t. Your kids probably hum happy tunes while they brush their teeth. Mine act like the fact that their sibling is in the SAME BATHROOM brushing their hair is a form of torture. Sharing a bathroom is a fate worse than death. Sometimes I channel my mom and my aunt and make them sit on the floor holding hands and telling each other something good about the other person until they chill out. Sometimes I get really irritated and whisper shout at them to just get along already! (I’m sure you never lose your temper with your kids…)
A majority of the time I am the parent and they are the kids (as it should be!). But then there are those rare times where the tables turn.
I started working two different jobs recently. I have always taught a few piano lessons since the girls were little but have never really worked outside of my house. It is something millions of women do every single day and I admire them greatly. How they schedule things and keep it all straight is frankly, beyond me!
A couple weeks ago I realized that I was scheduled to work early in the morning on the girls first day of school. They’re in grades 8 & 6 this year so they hardly need me to walk them to school but they wanted me to. I have been there for their first days every year and this year I couldn’t be. I told Aimee one night how I couldn’t take them to school and I started crying and couldn’t stop. I immediately felt horrible for crying because I decided it wasn’t what she needed to see, yet I still kept crying! Instead of getting mad, Aimee came over and gave me a giant hug while telling me it was okay. In that moment it struck me what an amazing kid I have. I cried; she comforted and then we both laughed over how I kept crying! Perhaps I should have kept it all together but I hope she just saw how much I love her and Chloe.
Almost every day I feel like I am failing at being a parent cuz seriously–it’s not easy! Then one of my kids does something that shows me how fantastic they’re turning out to be. Learning math & science is great but showing love & compassion are what I’m most proud of my kids for!