Motherhood is ... everything. Mom blogger and writer, Susie Dyson, ties into all of the hard, yet beautiful struggles of mommyhood.
My three year old won’t poop in the toilet. He won’t even tell me he needs a diaper. I have tried the sticker chart, bribery, yelling (not good) and even the nonchalant method. I’ve tried everything – all of the “recommended” steps – what now?
My five year old decided to carve her first initial on the van door with a tool she found in the garage. Sure, it is just a van and it is bound to get a few scratches, but it bothers me to have a big ‘R’ on the side of my van. This is tough. I cannot let it slide, but what is a reasonable and meaningful consequence? She loves crafts so I took her beads away for two days in hopes it leaves an impression, but did that really happen? Not really.
The baby knows how to play me with that fake (my sad) little cry when she wants to be held. She also cries at 3 a.m., and I give in and feed her. Man they start young!
I love being a mom, but this is the hardest job. This is actually the hardest thing I have ever done. It does not matter a bit that I have a masters degree either – there is nothing to predict the funny and challenging behaviors each kid exhibits.
I can dwell on the hard stuff and get on that negative downward spiral, but God gave me three beautiful kids with their own unique personalities and gifts. That is a miracle!
My three year old loves trucks and remembers interesting facts about them. He is a bustle of energy but also loves to read books.
My five year old can do a whole row of monkey bars and taught herself to ride a bike with little intervention in three days.
The baby is the chunkiest and happiest person I know!
It’s the little things.
I love my kids, and though I feel like I may be going a little crazy at times, I wouldn’t have it any other way.