I wrote about my strong-willed second born son here.
Today, as a prime example, I gave him a holy card for getting all of his work right.
He immediately became upset.
“I DON’T WANT THIS!” he shouted, clutching the card.
“I’m sorry. I give out holy cards to P when he gets 100%’s on his tests, so I wanted to give you one as well because you did such a good job,” I said, confused.
“BUT I DON’T WANT IT!” he shouted again, still clutching the card.
“Okay. May I have it back, please?” I asked, holding out my hand.
“Well…I don’t want it, but since you gave it to me, I’m keeping it,” he said.
Aaaaand my brain hurts.
The ego in me says he refused to give it back because it was a reminder of his mother’s love.
(Pause here for laughter.)
The rational side of me says he got mad to begin with because it was a change from our normal routine or because he’s weird about accepting compliments.
The human in me says, “WHAAAAAAT?!” while dropping my face directly into my palm.
I’ve been Pinteresting all sorts of “What to do when your kids is strong-willed” articles since last night, and I keep coming around to advice that is really obvious, but yet sometimes I completely forget about it.
Like, maintaining a schedule and routine. It seems to really throw off kids like my second born when their schedule changes.
When P was born, I was all aBOUT the schedule. I had it down, and life was good.
Until friends, family, and the Internets started saying things like, “You’re going to ruin your life if you get kids on a schedule–they won’t know how to act when life throws thema curveball!”
So, I dialed back on the schedule because I USED to have confidence in my abilities as a mom, but comments from others have wittled me down to a soggy puddle.
But no more, my friends.
I’m back to my OWN parenting abilities and skills.
And that means schedule and routine are back.
No matter what anyone else says.
Ever hear a song and think, “I have no idea what they’re saying, but it’s good?”
Yeah, well, I kind of feel exactly the same about this song.
La-la-la-LOVE her voice.
Every time I’ve had a bad moment this past week, I can’t help but go back on Pinterest and look at this.
And then I laugh for way too long.
While reading through D’s reading book today, there was a picture of an ant eating ice cream.
“What is he eating?” I asked.
“Ice cream,” he said.
“If YOU were an ant, what would you eat?” I asked.
Boys. are. gross.
This, too, has made me laugh way too hard.
Especially when I realized we have the exact same towel hook on the back of the boys’ door.
There used to be a show on many moons ago called, “Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?” and I am now renaming it to “Where in the World is Grace Patton?”
You realize how big of a loser you are when you’re worried that a blogger hasn’t posted in a week now.
Hoping all is well over at the Camp.
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