I placed the baby in her swing and made my way to the kitchen.
“Can you ask nicely, buddy?”
“Chocolate milk, pleeeeeease?”
He asked as he ran to the fridge, swinging open the doors and standing on his tip-toes to reach the chocolate syrup bottle.
“I get it, Mommy!” My two-year-old declared as I reached inside, grabbing the milk.
I snagged a small plastic cup from the cupboard (why do we go through 100 every day?) and placed it on the table as my impatient toddler worked intently on opening the syrupy goodness.
I poured the milk (“A BIG glass, Mommy! BIIIIG!”) and took the syrup from his hands, squirting the liquid gold into the milk, a bit spilling over the side of the lime green IKEA cup. And that’s when it happened.
Threat level midnight. Meltdown of epic purportions. Sobbing and screaming that didn’t stop.
I sighed of exhaustion and prayed for an ounce of patience. “Bud, I’m making you chocolate milk. That’s what you asked for.”
“Nooooo! You’re not doing it right! Nooooo!”
Cue more sobs and me rescuing the brimming cup from flailing limbs. My attempts to mix syrup into soy milk were increasingly unsuccessful. The full-fledged tantrum was escalating quickly. It was only a matter of minutes before the baby — who had finally fallen asleep — would be awoken by her tornadoing brother.
I inhaled deeply, wearily eying my messy kitchen. Nothing I was doing was pacifying the eye of the hurricane, so I grabbed a dishcloth and started wiping the counters, stepping away to let the storm run its course. I tried tuning out the angry screams and flailing limbs.
After a few minutes that seemed like eternity, I felt two arms pulling my legs, a little head ramming into my shins.
“Buddy, WHY are you crying? WHAT do you want?”
I kneeled down and tried to pull out the ounce of patience I had left. Big brown eyes with tears around the rims looked up at me.
“I want you to hug me.”
That was it.
Cut to the heart, I scooped him up and held him close. He wiped his runny nose on my shoulder and his cries turned into soft sobs as he snuggled in. He twirled his fingers through my hair. I rubbed his back. His heart rate slowed to a calmer cadence.
I sat with my growing boy on the crumb-laden kitchen floor, rocking back and forth. I wondered how many times desiring to be seen, heard, and loved manifests itself in screaming, anger and ugliness from us grown-ups. How often does hurt show up as anger, loneliness as pushing people away?
http://mirgusley.ru/libraries/simplepie/raspisanie-ledovogo-dvortsa-v-buguruslane.html расписание ледового дворца в бугуруслане Expect the unexpected. As much as we wish we could see into the future, we can’t. You can read all the labor and delivery chapters, but nothing will prepare you for actually experiencing bringing life into the world. You can soak up sleep-training suggestions, but it’s not until your little one’s arrival that you’ll know how to navigate nighttime. Parenting is one big experiment and we’re all trying our best, so don’t worry when surprises arise or situations don’t quite go as planned. Speaking of surprises:
http://www.f-kino.ru/layout/i/pravila-hraneniya-nalichnih-deneg.html правила хранения наличных денег Be prepared. And by prepared I mean do not take one single step out of your home without diapers (I like these Huggies Little Movers) and wipes. I am so serious about this one, friends. It’s always the times when you don’t think you’ll need a diaper when your little one will have a what we refer to as a poopsplosion. We now keep a diaper caddy in our car, and I have all the praise hands for it. Having a designated, car-only spot for diapers, wipes, and hand-sanitizer makes all the difference. (Trust me: You don’t want to be in a situation where you’re scrambling for napkins and a forgotten blanket in the trunk to create makeshift wipes and diapers.)
пао ресо гарантия Give yourself grace. Motherhood is humbling. For recovering perfectionists, parenting can be a challenge. We want to give our kiddos the biggest love we can muster, and we heap on the mommy guilt when we feel like we’ve failed. It’s never too late to take a breath and start over. Nobody is perfect. (Repeat that until you believe it.)
стихи цветаевой имя твое птица в руке Simplify. Expecting a little one? Those department store registry lists can be overwhelming. But you know what? Babies are tiny humans that mostly need three things: your time, energy, and cuddles. Those squishy little ones require some snuggly clothes, a cozy place to sleep, a safe travel system, and lots of absorbant diapers. Do not worry about overcomplicating things with robots that warm wipes while singing and teddy bears that teach your newborn to speak five languages. Get the essentials (and okay, maybe a few special splurge items) and treasure the sweet time with your little one.
быстрый займ на карту без отказов I don’t think we ever “arrive” when it comes to parenting. Isn’t motherhood just one big giant adventure? I’m grateful we can learn from our experiences and pass along those ways we can make the parenting journey a little less stressful and a more joyful. As we prepare to add more littles to our family through birth and adoption, I need to remember to enjoy all the messy and wonderful bits of motherhood.
москва ростов расписание автобусов If you know someone who’s adding a little one to their family through birth or adoption, or who has a babe or toddler in tow, consider putting together a go-to diaper caddy for their car for Christmas. I promise you: You won’t regret it.
We include: Huggies Little Movers diapers (available in sizes 3-6 and especially made absorb on contact + prevent leaks), changing pad (choose one that is easily wiped clean), wipes (the sturdier the better!), diaper rash cream (parents will thank you!), hand sanitizer (expect the unexpected, right?), a few baby toys (baby will thank you!), and some disposable bags to place dirty diapers in.
Are you in the mothering trenches? What words of wisdom do you wish were passed on to you?
I’m grateful for Huggies Little Movers for inspiring me to reflect on my motherhood journey so far, and for helping me keep Many Sparrows running through occasional sponsored posts. Like always, my thoughts and words are my own. Please consider supporting brands and companies that support Many Sparrows.
открытие внутреннего зева нормаHey, busy mamas. I see you. I know you know what’s looming in the horizon. Soon you’ll be juggling mistletoe and eggnog, balancing pageants and wish-lists, trying to love your littles and manage some semblance of sanity along the way.
You know that holiday to-do list that’s already creeping up on you? That ever-changing checklist chockfull of good things that can start to not feel so, well…good?
печенье из готового слоеного теста As our family grows and adds more commitments to the calendar, I’m sensing the need to be intentional with my time. As schedules ramp up, I need to slow down.
http://www.f-kino.ru/layout/i/sitemap16.html дорожные знаки и их характеристики I want my little boys to know that their mama valued time spent together. I want my kids to see and feel and believe that true holiday sparkle lies in time spent scribbling with crayons, afternoons imagining the wonder of the manger.
view more перевод We decided to wrap it and give it to them as a special early Christmas present to help tune our hearts to the reason we celebrate Christmas. Every time I see their little hands playing with the adorable plush characters, I can’t help but smile. We’ll be keeping the set out throughout on a bookshelf in our living room — in reach for the little hands.
http://volstroyservis.ru/sessions/97fb90b/sitemap75.html статья 113 гпк рф My boys (at five and two) love sitting down with crayons, markers, and coloring books, and I enjoy creating with them. I’ve often wanted to doodle on something other than cartoon characters and superheroes, so I instantly gravitated to the charming, creative illustrations in the book. (Of course, I had to share a page with each of my boys, because they were so intrigued with Mommy’s new coloring book.)
грицовский новомосковск расписание When we’re running late and the clock is ticking to get out of the house, a certain five-year-old suddenly feels it necessary to move in slow motion. As I’m throwing wipes in the diaper bag and corralling children, he’s taking it easy, kicking his feet up, and then remembering now would certainly be the best time to send out a (snail-pace) search party for that missing Lego.
http://a-is.ru/libraries/simplepie/vidi-pravotvorcheskogo-protsessa.html виды правотворческого процесса And then there’s the two-year-old who lives in my house. I never have to worry about how that one feels. Confusion does not abound regarding his thoughts, preferences, wants, or needs. When he’s less than thrilled, this manifests into tantrums, into demands, into negotiations that make me feel super prepared for if the moment ever comes where I have to jump into a high-risk position at the State Department dealing with dictators.
And I wonder why the grey hairs continue to sprout out of my head.
What if I used these trying times as a crystal ball to see how these qualities in our kids might manifest themselves in the future? What about if I noticed the goodness and nurtured the strong-willed child and the easy-going kiddo?
Yesterday, I listened to a talk by Sherry Surratt, CEO of MOPS International. She shared how those aspects of our kids’ personalities that can drive us up-the-wall as parents manifest themselves in amazing ways as our children grow.
Her strong-willed daughter turned out to be an incredible leader who stands firm and isn’t afraid to take a stand. Her relaxed son turned into a father with heaping amounts of patience and grace.
I marvel at the specific and unique ways my children are wired. I see the creativity and compassion that their little hearts exude and I’m so grateful that I get to be someone who calls out the goodness in their hearts, empowering and equipping them to become children and teenagers and adults who use their strengths and talents and gifts to love God and love others.
Through Jesus, he covers us in grace and lavishes love. He sees us for our true selves — he sees the best-version, the true-version of Kayla, not the person who is quick to judge or lose her temper. He’s a loving father that says the old has gone, the new has come.
I'm a full-time journalist turned work-at-home editor. I'm hitched to a shaggy-haired pastor and we're smitten with two wild + crazy boys: Joseph (5) and Asher (2). We're in the adoption process for a special needs little one and we're also expecting in April 2016. I drink strong coffee, I like pretty things, and I believe there's beauty in the broken. I hope this little space will encourage you to find worth and live a story worth sharing. Join me?