Possessive {.037}

I knew that most kids went through the stage of being “possesive”, but of course {yet again} I didn’t think  that my little angel would catch on to the toddler trend.

I was wrong.

Everything is someone’s, not just his {which I’m happy about, because I’d have to body slam him for being selfish}. This weekend that passed was a pretty chill one, I did a massive amount of laundry, cleaned like I was a maid, and spent some much needed quality time with my boys.

One evening last weekend Quentin and I were laying on the bed and Jayden wanted to hop on and said “get cozy?!”, with the most excited look on his face.

Of course we agreed and we started pulling the blankets on all of us and getting pillows. As I went to grab a pillow closer to me Jayden said “No, Jayden’s pillow”.  Just out of curiosity I pointed to the pillow Quentin’s head was under ask whose pillow it was. “That’s Daddy’s pillow.”, he said.

For lack of better words that was “Get your own damn pillow, Mommy!” in toddler language. I took the hint and got my own pillow.

I assumed the pillow that I put in the bed wasn’t going to be mine according my three-year-old so I thought I’d ask just to see what he’d say.

“That’s Mommy’s pillow!”, he told me. I smiled.

I guess my little one isn’t as possessive as I thought he was. He knows what’s his and he knows what’s not. I can’t ask for much more than that.

While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.

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Your Kid is NOT cute {.036}

The other day some man waltzed into a room with his toddler son and said:

“This is my son! Cute, isn’t he?”

(crickets)

That is how the room sounded.

You know how some people would normally say “Yes! Oh my goodness, he’s adorable!?”

Not this time! Everyone in the room was just looking at each other like “Nooo, not really!”

Here is why: You don’t tell me that you think your son is cute. He’s your son! You are supposed to think that or else you go into the “Bad Parent Hall of Shame” for the rest of your life. No one wants that. I, as a non-bias human being make that decision for you.

Problem is, no one really wanted to say that his kid was below average in the looks department. Correction. Everyone wanted to say it, but no one had the balls to say it, including me. I like to avoid hurting peoples feelings as much as I possibly can, you know?

I am shallow enough to know for a fact that my son looked like an alien from the Men In Black movie when he was born. I am also shallow enough to know that he is growing into a handsome young man, but he hasn’t reached his girl-magnet potential yet. With all of that said, I let other people tell me how adorable my son his so I can bask in the glory of saying to myself: “I know, right!?”

Lesson learned here: Don’t come out of the gate making outrageous claims about your kid. You will get let down.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Jim Henson

I’m not perfect & it sucks. {.035}

In recent days I’ve just realized that I’m not perfect (yea, I know – shocker). What I mean by perfect is that I’m not giving everything my all. To me that makes a “perfect” person. If you do all you can do and then some you’re pretty fantastic.
Okay, well I guess I shouldn’t use the word perfect because perfection really doesn’t exist, but you see where I’m going with this right?
Anyway, what I mean to say is that before my son was born I was not as lazy as I’ve become. I used to stay up ’till three in the morning finishing whatever the hell I needed to finish and wake up at 5:30 to do life all over again. I don’t do that anymore. As soon as the first sign of fatigue kicks in – I go to sleep {which is around 9:00 by the way -__-}. It’s pathetic.
What happened to that energetic, go-get-em, I-can-do-anything kind of attitude? Somewhere between two epidurals and  hours of labor I lost it all. But how? Isn’t being a Mother supposed to motivate you and inspire you? It inspired me, but not to push myself. Just to cater to my little one. That is all that has mattered to me since he was born. That’s a great thing! But, I can’t continue to forget about myself.
I don’t want to be like my Father. I was his world and I still am. My Parent’s got divorced when I was three and he never remarried, so I’m all he has. That seems great, but he needs to have his own life without involving me in every aspect of it.  I don’t want to rely on my son. I don’t want him to be my crutch, like I have been for my Father.
I’ve started to snap out of it with school starting back up for the summer and everything, but it’s not easy to be who I was. But, I want her back. Like all things, working on yourself takes work.
I’m ready though. As ready as I’ll ever be. Time won’t wait for me. I have to take control of it.
“Take time to deliberate; but when the time for action arrives, stop thinking and go in.”

– Quoting Napoleon Bonaparte

Daddy & Son {.034}

Yesterday, I’m sure Jayden had a blast from the past. He didn’t have to go to school until 12:00PM because he went going to a doctor’s appointment with Daddy! He’s always craving more attention and more alone time with him. It was much needed and well deserved. When Jayden goes anywhere he’s a good boy, at the Doctor’s was no different. His pediatrician is one of the best I’ve seen {& we’ve been through a couple}. I trust her and she always goes for the treatment that will be the least harmful side effect wise for Jayden. That’s all I can ask for from a person who basically has my child’s life and well being in her hands when it comes to medical recommendations.  After the doctor’s appointment Quentin took Jayden to get something to eat (Jayden’s favorite past time) at Boston Market instead of dropping him off at school for lunch.
All in all I’m sure they had a fantastic time. Hopefully we’ll have time to have fun as a family on the weekend.
Ordinary time is “quality time” too. Everyday activities are not just necessities that keep you from serious child rearing: they are the best opportunities for learning you can give your child…because her chief task in her first three years is precisely to gain command of the day-to-day life you take for granted.
– Amy Laura

Press Play {.033}

I haven’t had time to play with my little one in so long. I mean really play. Like, lay on the floor & roll around like goofballs kind of play. I’ve always done something structured with him, which was fun for me cause I’m an adult, but not so much for him. When he came home from daycare he just wanted to play in his own way. He politely asked me to help him turn on the light so he could get his cars and off he went into his toddler dream land, while he was awake. I started to play with him a little, but to be honest I didn’t even realize what I was doing. It was like I was in another world. Just me and him. No homework. No phone. No responsibilities. Then, something clicked and I got up to look something up on the computer. I was planning on coming right back. But, realistically – how many times do I tell myself that & get caught up? Almost, always.

He was disappointed. Usually he won’t pay me any mind and continue playing by himself. But, this time he said “Come here, this is yours”, handing me the car I was playing with. That broke my heart and I immediately rushed over to finish playing with him. I had so much fun. It was just so interesting to dive into his world. Not, a structured game Mommy made up or anything. But, something that he truly enjoys. I honestly thought he would be super territorial over his coveted cars. Surprisingly (to me anyway), he was so incredibly generous, kind and gentle.  That’s a little snapshot of how he plays with his classmates I guess.

I always knew there was something special about this little boy. But, man – God shows me something more spectacular about him everyday. He’s my little angel on Earth.

Family values are a little like family vacations -— subject to changeable weather and remembered more fondly with the passage of time. Though it rained all week at the beach, it’s often the momentary rainbows that we remember.

 –Leslie Dreyfous, New York Times, Oct. 25, 1992

Mother’s Day Weekend {.032}

The weekend that passed was the best Mother’s Day weekend ever. I got lots of hugs and kisses. Calls from family and friends. Thoughtful gifts. Quality time with my boys. Home made peperoni and green pepper pizza. Random little strawberries in my backyard. And Relaxation. The only bummer was that I realized that I missed my little boy’s Mother’s Day lunch. I mixed up the dates and totally missed it. When I realized what happened, I cried. I told Jayden I was sorry and him saying “It’s okay, Mommy” made me come back to earth and realize that I’m only human trying to do everything and I will forget something or do something wrong. It’s a hard pill to swallow, but instead of wallowing in my mistake. I embraced the fact that he was there with my the entire weekend so we could spend some quality time together.

 “Finding some quiet time in your life, I think, is hugely important.

Mariel Hemingway

No love {.031}

Me: So, Jayden. You know Mother’s Day is coming up right?

Jayden: Yea.

Me: Did you decide what you’re going to get me?

Jayden: Yes.

Me: Well, what is it!?

Jayden: Milk.

Me: Milk?

Jayden: Yes, milk.

Me: Okay. Well, Father’s Day is coming up this summer! What are you going to get Daddy!?

Jayden: A beach.

Me: ::mouth wide open:: A beach?

Jayden: AND milk.

Me: Oh! Okay. Well, good for him then.

Apparently my mothering has only been good enough to warrant a glass of milk and nothing more. Epic fail.

 

Children remind us to treasure the smallest of gifts, even in the most difficult of times.

-Allen Klein