Wednesday, October 8, 2008

The Genius of My Two Year Old

Makiah is sick. She has a fever and pharyngitis. I am so sick of sickness. She is on antibiotics and she is resting. Hopefully by tomorrow she will be feeling better. I hate it when my babies are sick, I feel so bad for them.

My son, the whirling dervish, has been puttin' the smack down on his mama this week. Is it really only Wednesday??

Anyhoo, he has just been wild. He is just into everything. I can't leave the room because I am afraid of what he is going to get into during the 2.3 seconds I'm gone.

Today has been particularly bad. He just went from one thing to another. And when he was intercepted, would let out a piercing scream and stomp his fat little feet. Yep, you read right, stomp. his. feet.

Stomping feet, piercing scream equals a very upset, and verging on insane mama.

Let's just suffice it to say that I ~ahem~ spent the day correcting him. I redirected, positively reinforced and a few other things and he still bounced off the walls.

~~~Yes, now that you all think I am terrible mother who can't control her child, please, a little mercy.~~~

It's days like this that I ask the good Lord why he didn't dispense as much energy to me as he did to him, that way I would at least be able to keep up.

So at one point when he was actually being good, he crawled up in my lap and looked up at me and said, "I weally love you, mama, I weally do. You da best mama."

Then, as my heart was happy and frustrated (with him) at the same time, he looked up and said "mama you make me so happy."

Well, my frustration started to dissolve, and even though he had been a royal rascal all day, I just couldn't help but smile.

I was sure that he would hate me for being a big meany mommy all day (almost everyday) and yet he still said that he loved me and that I made him happy.

So even on days where I spend most of my time following behind him, cleaning up disasters and praying for nap time--I fiercely love them.

As days like this come to a close I am challenged to be a better mother and realize that my kids love me even with my flaws. And I love them, even in their rascalness.

During my thoughts, God interrupted me and said "it's the same with you". And I begin to think about how I am a rascal, creating disasters for the Lord to clean up, forgetting my time with Him until I am too tired to put a complete sentence together and generally, well, a rascally Christian. How often is God frustrated or saddened by me? Yet, God looks down at me and smiles. I'm His daughter and I make Him happy (I try anyway) and He loves me even though I'm flawed. I'm so glad for the mercy of my Heavenly Father and my children.

So my challenge tomorrow--better mother and Christian. That's a tall order, I better get some rest.

We won't even discuss wife in this, my head will start hurting. :)


BarbaraLee said...

Sorry to hear you had such a rough day. It is the terrible 2 stage. I think it hits the boys the worst. It is a matter of keeping them busy. I have taken the kids w/me to do tasks around the house. Help mommy thing. No it isn't going to be perfect but you know what he is up to. They caught on and before you know it he is out of that stage.
Is this your 1st h/s? You might want to slow down a bit w/that too. We do school M-Thru. and still get things done.
Seen you a LoveHonor&Vaccum.

foreverfoldinglaundry said...

Oh, that's so sweet. I know those days well: you're ready to wring their little necks, and then they go and do something sweet to melt you. Hang in there. It's almost the weekend! =)

Mainly a midwife said...

Yea I can identify with that.. I love how when I blow it as a mom my kids are quick to forgive me.
Just like our Father.
Thanks for your supportive comments. I'll let you know how things turn out. I have to say that I don't feel preggers.