TO THE MAMA WITH THE BUSY TODDLER…0
Being a mom is hard. It is not for the faint of heart and I don’t think I could make it through it without my family and my sweet husband. Anxiety is always happening. I’m worried if he is asleep, if he is awake, climbing on things, falling down, hungry, happy, sad, feeling loved, etc. The worries are always there and always something on the front of my mind. Having a busy toddler makes the fears and anxiety even higher. He won’t watch a show, instead he is climbing the bookshelf. He won’t hold my phone and play a game, instead he is throwing his snacks at bystanders.
Why do I bring this up? Why am I talking about it? What does this really have to do with anything? Well you see, I have learned to not care. Not care about the lady glaring at me in the grocery store when to me my little stinker toddler is having a “good day” in my eyes, but to her, he is a disrespectful little boy. I have had to learn to look past the people giving me dirty looks as he is playing trucks during church and making “vroom” sounds because to be honest, I am so grateful that we are still sitting in the meeting as a family. I have had to look past the lady who tells me that “I shouldn’t disapline him like that” after he hits a little girl at the play ground. I have had to learn to stand on my own two feet, find what works best for MY child, and MY family. Does that mean lady at church know that I leave crying every week that we go and leave all flustered and that I am so proud that week that he has done better? The lady at the grocery store has no idea that King had been so good helping me all day and has sat in the cart the whole grocery store trip. Yes he may have been loud, but it was better than jumping out of the cart like the week before. The girl at the park probably doesn’t know that we have given every form of disapline a good run and this is the only way that seems to work for our strong willed little boy. NO ONE KNOWS BUT YOU MAMA!
What I have learned is that I have to laugh off the mean comments when I would have cried, celebrate the little victories like not hitting anyone at the park for 10 minutes, and love on this boy no matter what. Every chid is different, every family is different. No two children will take disapline or love the same way. You do you mama. As long as that little one of yours is safe, fed, and loved, then you do what works best for YOU and YOUR FAMILY! You are the only one who knows what works for you, what way is the best thing for your little family, and the fact that you care and stress about it means that you love that little one and your family.
Stay close to the ones who support you and always are there for you. Be kind to those who don’t understand. Love your little one and do what is best for you. We are all in this journey together and in different stages. Listen with open ears, but always stay true to your heart and your mother instinct. This motherhood thing is hard, but oh isn’t it the biggest blessing?