This morning, totally was not kind to me. I woke up to the hacking cough I’ve been dealing with for 3 days. My house is a wreck. My laptop is not working correctly. Blah. Bad morning.
At about 7 am, Reece woke up too, he wanted to play xbox (not now sweetie), he didn’t want to get dressed (you have to be dressed love), he was angry he couldn’t sit an inch from the tv (it will hurt your eyes hon!)… oh and then when he found out today is a school day, that was just the straw that broke the camels back…
“ARGH!” he yelled (and not like a friendly pirate). I was perplexed, clearly my Reecey had woken up on the wrong side of the bed.
“What’s going on with you today sweetie?”
“I don’t WANNA get dressed, and I don’t WANNA wear shoes and my eyes hurt, and I’M just MAD mom!”
I told him I was sorry he was mad, but he needed to figure out how to get himself under control…
A bit later, after Reece was dressed and he was not in the act of screaming at me. I walked into my kitchen to get breakfast for the boys. I glared at my stupid messy countertops, and I grumbled when I realized we were out of spoons. THEN, I stepped in something… I think it was actually butter… (yes butter on the floor, that was Tennyson’s special project yesterday…) I was sooooo aggravated, for mercies sake!!! Then… I actually heard myself growl… like outloud…
My incredibly sweet and caring kids all ran over to check on me, “Mom are you ok!?”
I took a deep breath and sighed… “I’m ok, its just that this is NOT my morning… I’m sick, and my computer is broken! The kitchen is trashed, and we are OUT of spoons AND! I just stepped… In BUTTER.”
I looked around at all their faces, and it was obvious they were all feeling my frustration…. suddenly I realized my growl was suspiciously familiar to Reccey’s “Argh!” and it all sorta fell into place for me…
You see, I am not really one to be all that aware of myself. I am pretty much not ever thinking – hmm what do I need, or how do I feel. Nope, I mean it’s bad, and something I’m trying to do better… but seriously there are times that I’m walking into walls, or tripping or something because I’m too distracted to put any thought into things like where I’m going… who has time for that!?! Emotionally, I do the exact same thing… I’ll be getting more and more and more agitated, but be completely unaware of the fact that I’m actually angry… well I guess until I actually growl outloud.
I said to them, “I’m sorry guys, I am ok. really. I just got frustrated and was throwing a temper tantrum. I’m taking a deep breath, I need to control myself.”
So I did, and what do you know? Reece sat down at the table with a significantly better attitude, I sucked it up and decided to be more pleasant, and apparently so did he. I praised him for his attitude, and told him I knew he could do it. I got out a trash bag and started collecting the things I could throw out on the counters, it was amazing how Reece turned a complete 180 from the grumpikins I was dealing with earlier. But you know, so did I.
Reece is an incredible kid, and you know, probably more like me than any of the boys. He is also a challenge to me because of that. Not only because he’s so firey and bold and emotional, but also because Reece is really a reflection of me. Emotionally, he totally takes his cues from me, a great example of that was when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and then he in turn was quite moody when he got up.
Reece also totally reflects my actions back at me. When I’m busy and short with him, he is snotty and mean. When I’m distracted and inattentive he acts nutty and acts out to make me pay attention. But you know, when I’m being a proactive parent, when I’m speaking to him respectfully. When I’m taking time with him, when I’m giving him positive reinforcement and telling him he is amazing: My Reecey totally responds to that.
Some times this realization has been frustrating, because I can start telling myself that if something isn’t going right, it must be because I’m a screw up… but, you know also this is just another thing telling me that, actually I am in control of my own life. Reece is such a perfect example for me that when things are not going the way I want them to go I can actually make them go differently. The house being messy, the butter on the floor, the grumpy kids… none of that actually equals me being hopelessly flawed, or incapable as a human being… (although saying that is one thing, believing it is a… big step for me). All those things are not things that I am powerless to change, and my sweet Reecey is a living breathing example of that day after day.
Sometimes there’s nothing I can do to change my kids bad attitude, that part is easy for me to accept. What is harder for me to take hold of, is that sometimes that grumpy “ARGH” IS all about me. Maybe I am the angry one and I just haven’t taken a second to notice it. Sometimes I’m just grumpy, and that isn’t necessarily bad, but with Reece as my son, it WILL be reflected back at me even if I’m doing my darndest not to see it! I may not be very self-aware, but Reece is very “mom-aware,” so in the end I guess “me” is pretty unavoidable.
oh! and speaking of it being all about me, I’m still trying to reach my goal for the March for Babies this Saturday! Remember that every donation enters you into a drawing for 3 different gift cards to my store, click the march of dimes banner in my side bar, or just scroll down and read more about it in the next post.