Teaching children gratitude in a first world country is a struggle, y'all. A daily struggle. My main goal in life is for my children not to be assholes. This is one of the most important challenges to attaining that goal. Yet sometimes I feel like the biggest hypocrite alive when I am giving them the "some kids don't even have shoes" lecture for the 49th time this year.
I am so quick to point out the rude things my children do, and it isn't until the littlest minion checks my attitude that I pause to self reflect. Case in point... me and the bird (she's two) like to go to the local Dunkin Donuts sometimes (ahem... approximately 3-5 times per week... give or take a few). She gets her chocolate munchkins (because I'm an excellent mother) and I get my "sugar free" iced coffee. Well, I grill the guys every time to be sure there is no sugar in said coffee and it always comes out sweet, so I assume I have done my dietary due diligence and if I'm eating sugar, it's Josh's fault at this point. Long story shorter... I now realize they don't even have sugar free sweetener at DD! Josh may be losing his job this week. I digress. So I'm pulling out of the drive through and take a sip (of what I imagine the burnt coffee under the pot tastes like the next day) and shout: "Damn! No freakin' sweetener!!" 😐. It was like word vomit. And it isn't until I hear the most innocent little toddler voice inquiring "No freaking fweetner, mommy?" that I realize I am the asshole I am trying to keep them from being sometimes!
The older I get, the more I try to not sweat the small stuff. Think of others that aren't as fortunate. Be grateful for the life I have (which I am). And then a moment like that totally underlines the hypocracy that being a parent can sometimes be. I realize that no one is perfect and that we all have unflattering moments (me more so than others IMO), but it feels pretty icky to tell my kids they should be more grateful when I am sometimes guilty of the same behavior they are. Parenting truly is about self reflection and growing up WITH our kids. There isn't a manual (I guess the Bible is, but that is a really long book and I haven't gotten through all of the chapters yet). We just wing it everyday and hope we aren't raising criminals. I guess we both got a few things out of our latest trip to our favorite morning spot... she got a sugar high and a few new vocabulary words, and I got the worst coffee ever and an attitude adjustment. I'm starting with the (wo)man in the mirror, friends. I'm asking her to change her ways. If I wanna make the world a better place, I need to take a look at myself and make that change.
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Toddlers are little tiny terrorists. They are wicked smart and will often times make sacrifices for the cause. Pretty sure Teagan would jump in front of a power wheel for a pack of fruit snacks. I'm not sure if it is the age gap between our middle and our little, but this new dictatorship going on in the Jones house of crazy lately has got me drinking a lot more wine than normal. Relax, Judgy Judys, I'm not riding around town with a forty in the cup holder... mommy just needs a little more juice before bed these days.
Our oldest was (is) the kindheart. She is a sweet little lady and by far the easiest of the three when it comes to discipline. We look at her and start to say the word "disappointed" and that's all it takes. She is smart, determined, therefore a little bossy, and a big time rule follower. When the bigs were three and one, we would preface an incoming tattle with "you better make sure it's worth it...", which most of the time it was not. I am blessed to have that little goody two-shoes in my life and wouldn't change her for the world! Her three year old version of the pledge of allegiance still makes my heart melt... "and to the Publix, for which it stands..." 🤣 She will be a good teacher one day. Or an FBI informant. Either way, gainfully employed.
My middle is the dramatic one. When he was a toddler he would follow me around the house banging his head on the floor when he didn't get his way, yelling "You're a choice!!" when I told him that he didn't have a choice as to whether or not to behave. A little rain man-esque? Sure, but it all worked out. He didn't kill too many brain cells and is as sharp as a tack these days. He potty trained, ditched the bottle, and took naps like a champ! Now he makes great grades, is a dancing fool, loves spending time with his family, and always knows when I'm telling him a lie. (You know you lie to your kids. We all do it. It's part of the privilege of raising these little friends.) He is my first baby and will always have that piece of my heart. He will probably be the Tom Cruise of his generation, minus the weird Scientology shit.
The littlest Miss is our firecracker. She is "Bird". I love this child. I prayed for this child (and subsequently myself). I don't know a cuter, funnier two year old in the world, and she has my heart forever... but never in my life did I think I would be bartering fruit snacks for scissors, or praying before getting out of the car that she doesn't burn down the restaurant at dinner. She is sassy and super smart assy, and I have no idea where she gets it from 🙄. She is constantly hiding things (like important shit) and saying "I don't know?" when catching a charge. Timeout lasts 4.5 seconds, and it seems that in my older age I have forgotten how to count to three. "One..... Two...... Two and a half, like that's how old you are and you better get in here before I get to three and ship all of your toys to an orphanage...... Three..... Teagan!!!!.... okay I'm going back to two, but this is the last time!" <---- Grow a pair, lady!! Who have you become?!?
My kid will not be on Dr. Phil talking mess about "catch me outside" when she is twelve. We need to reel this attitude in a bit. It's cute until she gets shipped off to Turnabout Ranch and becomes someone else's headache. I vow to relearn how to count to three, watch more shows about criminals to better understand her behavior, and raise a good little person, like the two before her. Here's to the grand finale!!
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