Our Little One has come so, so far and yet we can get so, so frustrated. We have expectations for behaviour and when they aren't met, or they are purposely disobeyed, it's hard. We have to continually remind ourselves that in order to prevent getting angry, we cannot have the same expectations on our Little One. This child might need to eat apple slices on the couch for dinner while we all sit nicely around the table. This child might climb up on my chair and start typing on my computer AGAIN when my own kids would not dare. This child might require that I have a hand on their leg while they drift off to sleep every single night. This child might not listen to the word "stop!" and run away giggling even in serious situations. This child might require 100 repetitions to learn something whereas it might have taken my own child five. We still encourage our Little One to make wise decisions but need to be patient with the process.
Friends, this is hard and I don't feel equipped. The anger that comes from my unmet expectations – this is MY problem. I need to continually remind myself of this, because otherwise, this lack of patience comes out on my own kids and husband, too. I'm disappointed in myself and I feel like I fail every single day...I know I'm a good mom but all the good parts seem to get lost in the frustration. When my kids look back over the day, will they remember the fun at the playground and cuddles on the couch or will they remember mom raising her voice yet again?
"Children are not a distraction from more important work. They are the most important work."– C.S. Lewis
Love,
Louise