I’m not a perfect mom. Far from it. When I lose my cool, I yell. I have a hard time coming up with other solutions if the one I’m working with isn’t working. I get frustrated, annoyed, aggravated, stressed, crazed. I’m sure I’m like most parents. I hold my own, but I wish I was better. Every night I pray for help to raise my boys into the Good Guys.
Some nights I look back and think…
I didn’t Praise them enough. I need to do that. Then they would feel valued and loved and respected and get the attention they deserve before they act. It would encourage them to do better.
I didn’t have enough Patience. I had time. What’s 5 minutes in the scheme of things? He would’ve made the right choice. He would’ve figured it out. He would’ve done better. I didn’t need to lose my cool.
I’ve got to use Eye Contact. If I looked him in the eye, then he would know I was serious, that I meant it, that I had his attention. I wouldn’t have had to nag 5 times. God, I hate nagging.
Enough nights like those go by, and I realized that I keep forgetting. What’s a mother to do?
Ok, so I write on my wrist.
Quite a bit.
At least, it’s better than “Field Trip Tuesday” or “Milk” or “Teacher Conference Wed” or “Website” or “Find Shoes” or “Printer” or “Printer Cartridge” or “Sugar” or “Soy Sauce” or “Snack” or “Permission Slip” or “Call Doctor” or “Picture Day” or “Teacher” or “Bring $” or “Ask Mom” or “Don’t kill the kid!”
I only need those once.
And I write on my wrist a lot.
I’ll figure out this mom-stuff just yet.
Did I forget to replace the soy sauce?