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King of Love

Just when you think you are out of the woods, reality will come back and smack you in the face.  I like to believe that the physical/hands-on part of raising my boys is getting easier.  And it is.  Yet there are still moments when I look into the eyes of my offspring and all I see is a never-ending pool of need.

I had picked up T.Puzzle midday from school.  He needed his booster shot for the flu vaccine.  We were miraculously in and out of the doctor’s office in ten minutes flat (no lie!).   We had time to kill until we picked up Full Speed from kindergarten.  We headed to the park.

T.Puzzle was doing great, climbing everywhere and tumbling down the slides.  I was enjoying myself reveling in the freedom of being able to step back and watch him.   Suddenly he runs towards me holding his bottom.

Uh oh.  The holding of the bottom is never a good sign.

“I needa use the bathroom!” he exclaims.

Of course he does.  Of course we are at a park with no operational toilet facilities.  Of course. Of course.

I grab him and sprint to the car, he’s miffed at me because he is leaving the fun.  I get him strapped in as quickly as possible and hightail it to a nearby Burger King.  We race to the bathroom and make it in the nick of time.

While in the stall I have a moment where I feel the frustration rise.  The seemingly endless inconvenient potty moments specific to early childhood are getting to me.  The feeling that no matter how far I’ve come in motherhood, I am still a slave to my children and their needs.  I look at T.Puzzle.  He looks at me.

“I really love you, Mommy.  I really love you all the times,” he says.

Oh, so that’s why it’s a good thing your kids can learn to talk.  When they are this small and verbal  sometimes they say the perfect thing when you need to hear it the most.  T.Puzzle helped shift me out of my frustration and focus on what’s important.  And no, I’m not talking about improving the cleanliness of Burger King’s bathrooms because clearly this is an issue, too.  It’s about remembering when you are up to your Mommy-eyeballs in dealing with the needs of everyone but yourself, that you do it out of love.  If you hang in there, make a good effort and keep your intentions clear, you will make it through.

I love you all the times, too, T.Puzzle.

 

T.Puzzle earns a star for good behavior at Tae Kwon Do.

 

 

Mad Dog and Full Speed lend a hand out on the mat.

 

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You Must Be Lion to Me

I took little T.Puzzle to Applebee’s after his physical. He had to be checked over by the pediatrician for his upcoming eye exam under anesthesia. He got the all clear.

I listed his choices for him for lunch: hot dog, grilled cheese, chicken tenders, mac ‘n’ cheese, and a cheeseburger. He stated his choice clearly and made his mind up quickly, “Mac ‘n’ cheese,” he said.

Great.

When the mac ‘n’ cheese arrived he took one look at it and said, “I not eat it. I not like mac ‘n’ cheese.” He then proceeded to climb around the booth and table as if it were a jungle gym and repeatedly roared at me like an angry lion.

Really? Well guess what? I not like the mercurial tastes of a three year old.

All I could do was box up his lunch even though I would have preferred to put him in the box instead.

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Oh, Snap!

It’s time for a Mommy Confession: I totally lost it today with little T.Puzzle. Quite simply, I snapped.

All Moms snap at some point and only a handful of us willingly own up to it. Most of the time moms talk in hushed tones about their ‘snappage’ and will only share a tiny sliver of what really went down. They let a little something slip here or there and then hold their breath waiting for the reaction of the surrounding mothers. If I’m in the group and hear you have snapped, I got your back. Trust me, I know that your kid wasn’t sitting there quietly doing what they were told. There are always precursors to the snappage and some of it is the mom’s responsibility and some of it is your child’s.

I had taken little T.Puzzle on some errands. Overall, his level of compliance and general mood for errands has consistently been on the up and up. He did great at Target and then it all hit the fan when we went to Publix (even the free cookie did not help). By the time we were leaving, everything I asked him to do he ignored. He kept touching the conveyor belt, fiddled with the credit card scanner and wouldn’t sit on his bottom.

When we arrived home it was pouring down rain. I shuffled him inside and left the door ajar. I told him to leave it open so I could cart the soggy groceries in as quickly as possible. As I race to the door loaded down with bags, little T.Puzzle waits to the last possible moment as my feet are centimeters from the threshold, gives me an evil smile and slams the door in my face.

I open the door and that’s when it happens. I snap. His sassy demeanor instantly crumbles and I grab my bags and go off into the kitchen in a huff. He follows me in and keeps crying. I stop in my tracks, take a deep, deep breath and scoop him up in my arms.

All was forgiven but not forgotten. Wouldn’t the world be a fantastic place if everyone would just listen to their Moms in the first place?