Here’s the annoying thing about parenting: I keep having to do it.
Take this morning for instance. Sprout was whining enough to make my ears bleed because we woke up later than usual and he had to eat his breakfast at school instead of home. This happens once in a while. No big deal. Except today when it was and man was he whining his head off about it. And I don’t mean whining about cereal because he misses his mom. Or whining about cereal because it triggered the deep demons of crazy and pain and trauma from his youth. Nope, none of that. Just whining about cereal because sometimes five-year old boys choose to be pains in the…well, you know.
So that’s the annoying thing. We definitely addressed whining when he was 3 years old. WHY IS HE DOING IT AGAIN?!
Its times like this when I have to take a step back and remind myself that just because we worked so hard on it – and he was so much better for so long – doesn’t mean the job is done. We (mostly) addressed the trauma. Created a wonderfully healthy attachment. Chased the crazy far, far away. And yet there are
weeks days when he will still choose to be a pain in the…knee.
I’ll be honest, I didn’t remember that this morning when I was all:
But then, after I had managed to drop him off to school without killing him, I thought about it on my drive into work. I thought about the early days when his choice of defiance wasn’t crossing his arms and complaining about where he was eating his breakfast and was something a little more like, “I HATE YOU!!! FAT B!*$&!! I’M CALLING MY SOCIAL WORKER AND GETTING NEW PARENTS!!!”
Oh those were the days.
And yet, I was so much more calm through those episodes than I was today. Pshh, a little whining and arm crossing would have been a banner day a couple years ago.
So that’s what I have to get back to…parenting. In the calm and peaceful way I know works so well.
he will not make me mad. he will not make me mad. he will not make me mad. he will not make me mad.
Ahhh, I feel better already.