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 followed my advice and went computer free yesterday evening. It did the trick. Sometimes I just need to slow down and appreciate how good my life is. Note, I said good not perfect. I don’t expect perfect until I get to heaven so for now I am overjoyed with good. For the cooking segment of the evening I made Eggplant Parmesan. Eggplant has always seemed like such a cool thing to cook. I have bought them on several occasions but never really known what to do. So I have sliced and diced them into stews and casseroles. They turned out mushy and sometimes slimy but I still boasted that the dish had eggplant. Never mind that the dish wasn’t very palpable. Fortunately, this time the eggplant was mouthwatering. Panko breadcrumbs, parmesan and mozzarella cheese, fire roasted tomatoes what’s not to love? I purchased two eggplants but only ended up needing one. The other fulfilled its life long dream of becoming a racecar. What! You didn’t know that all baby eggplants dream of becoming racecars? Ok, maybe they don’t but my toddler loved the idea and loved building his racing eggplant.
If you would like the directions for the car or recipe for the eggplant parmesan leave me a comment. Talk to you soon.