Our kids are always watching
When I use the bathroom there is an audience. When I shower there is an audience. Cook, clean, and drink my coffee all done with an audience. Honk at the car in front of me, which is sitting stationary at the green light, done in front of an audience. Stub my toe and unleash a torrent of, hopefully, G rated explanation marks and my kids are there to see and hear it. You get the idea, no matter what I’m doing or saying someone is always around to witness it. I try, and often fail, to be a good example. I want my words to be encouraging and kind. I want my actions to model the lessons I am trying to teach my kids. But it is exhausting! No one can be “on stage” 24/7 without making some mistakes. I am learning to admit to my kids when I was wrong. My toddler is great at calling me out when I have used a mean word or acted unkind. It hurts my pride to say, yes mommy was wrong, and to ask forgiveness. But it is the right thing to do and it is good for me and for my kids. By dealing correctly with my own, inevitable, mistakes I hope to teach my kids how to face their mistakes.
Applause! Applause! Here is a standing ovation for you! This parenting thing is your most demanding performance and you are doing a great job.
I’m a creative genius. Well some of the time and maybe genius isn’t the right word but I can be creative. I summon my inner Martha and craft up a storm. Then there are days when Peg comes to visit and I can make water burn. Quiche is traded for catastrophe. Those are usually the days I really need things to go as plan. It’s the day before company is coming in town and staying at our house (brave souls). The day I’m cooking for friends or we need to get out the door, on time, for an appointment. Those are the days that my kids up their crazy level from tropical storms to hurricane. Gail force tantrums pummel my sanity and break the levy of my patience. Martha is nowhere to be found on these days. There is no order and the house resembles a “before” picture from Real Simple magazine. These are my Peg Bundy days and they happen more than I would like to admit. What’s a girl to do? When the kids are older I’m sure my house will be more Martha until then….I wonder how I’d look as a redhead 😉
P.S. If there ever was a Martha vs. Peg, my moneys on Martha. Peg looks tough but Martha could probably create something out of scraps to defend herself with. Just saying. Hope you have a “Martha” day!