Sometimes I wonder if ‘no’ is said too often in our household. (This is motherhood, second guessing is our nature).
Everyday I see myself reach my limit. Do I get mad at her too often? She is only two and a half, after all.
Is it really that big of a deal if she spilled flour all over the floor when we made cookies, or how she gave me a hug while rubbing her hands all over my pants directly after eating spaghetti, or how she had a meltdown because there weren’t enough bubbles in the bubble bath, or how she screamed when I tickled her and she woke the baby.
Should I really be so quick to sush her or tell her no?
I mean, these are the moments that make up her childhood. Maybe I am stuck in my adult life of wanting things clean and keeping inside the lines.
The worst part is, if I lose my cool, she doesn’t even bat an eye. She smiles an even wider grin than before. How does she stay so darn happy despite my best attempt at a stern voice?
That little munchkin. She outsmarts me once again with those squishy checks just staring up at me…..grrr!
At the end of the day, I have to constantly keep my perspective. She’s not going to be running into my arms forever.
I am told I will miss these years. And, believe me, I totally will and I already do.
But the day by day crap, that’s the hard stuff.
All I want is a little more sleep….a little alone time….more than 30 seconds to scarf down my lunch…a bit of silence to finish my TV show…a couple minutes to make sure I have deodorant on and a shirt without baby puke on it. And, if I’m asking for things, a couple mins to go to the bathroom by myself would be a real slice.
So just give me a little cred to miss those simple things while I enjoy my babies and their never-ending question periods, messy hands, and beautiful carefree spirit (ie. Ain’t nobody tellin’ me I have to wear shoes)
I asked another mom at Starbucks with a two and four year old if those ages are any less busy than my two and a half and newborn stage. She said, ‘no, it’s worse’. Point blank. I’m scared.