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Potty mouth mom

I always thought it was weird when parents talked about things like potty training on facebook.

Really? Is it that exciting? Does the whole world have to know?

Now that I’m a mom, I’m afraid to say… I get it. Totally.

The first time Levi did a poo on the potty, I really did want to click over to facebook and write:

Levi did his first poo on the potty! or something along those lines.

I resisted, but only out of principle. The desire was all there. In full force.

Now that I’m definitely approaching the big PT (potty training) I know with certainty that I will probably be posting about it – asking questions or for advice form other moms.

As much as I know a lot of my “friends” will roll their eyes and wonder “really? does the whole world have to know?” just as I used to.

But I do’t even care any more.

They can scroll right over my status update and leave room for 10 moms to chime in with their advice. (Cuz you know plenty of moms will.)

So yeah, I’ve moved into the ranks of potty-mouthed mothers everywhere. Although I will not post something like “Levi did a poo in the potty!” I will absolutely post about the process and woes and victories of potty training so that we can all commiserate and congratulate ourselves together. (heh!)

After all, the moms of facebook need something to chime in their two cents about. Right?

STOP.

 

Q for you: What do you think? Is posting about potty training “over sharing”? If so, do you care?

 

Love,
A

 

Click Clink Five | Five minutes a day, unedited.
Adriel also writes (using spell check!) on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos

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Rejected, again.

I love my son so much.

The cliche rings true – I’d give anything, do anything for him.

I spend my days considering him, caring for him, providing for him, nurturing him, teaching him. Basically giving him everything I can so that he will know he’s loved and valued and respected and know that life is good.

So days like today, when I go into his room after a nap and he immediately melts into a raging fit becuase I’m not daddy? That’s kind of a kick in teh gut.

Because son, don’t you know how much I love you? How much I give you? How much of my very being is wrapped up in being your parent? Don’t you know I give almost 24/7 of time and energy for you???

It’s tough. Giving so much only to be met with rejection.

And it makes me think of Father God.

How much does he love? Give? Sacrifice? Provide? Teach? Guide? Care? Invest?

Over and over again he gives himself to us.

And yet over and over again he is rejected, or ignored, or simply counted as second priority (or third or fourth or…).

How much of my actions and choices must sadden him? The one who loves me so completely and yet demands nothing in response.

And today I choose to think about him and acknowledge his love for me, of which I’m still learning so much about.

Thanks Levi, for helping me to remember how amazing Jesus is. (And maybe you could htink about being a little nicer toward your mama tomorrow?)

*sigh* Toddlers.

STOP.

 

Q for you: We all know how much it hurts to be rejected. Are you wallowing in rejection right now? Or are you choosing to not let it dictate your life or rob you of your joy?

 

Love,
A

 

Click Clink Five | Five minutes a day, unedited.
Adriel also writes (using spell check!) on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos


Let’s go ahead and call it an adventure

We sat in the dirt parking lot as it poured down rain.

I pulled Judah into the front seat with me to nurse him. Levi climbed onto Ryan’s lap.

We thought we’d eat our pad thai noodle take out and hope the rain let up. Only we found that the Noodle Box forgot to pack us forks.

It was the only Sharks game of the season and Ryan is an avid Sharkie. We’ve missed the game three years in a row previously so this one was kind of a big deal. Tickets had been purchased a month before as Ryan’s birthday gift from Levi and Judah.

Soon the rain turned into a fine mist. We thought we’d brave it.

It was already 8:00pm, an hour past the boys bedtime. The game didn’t even start until 8:30.

Either we’re insane, or we’re really fun parents we thought.

Let’s go ahead and call it an adventure and give it our best go.

Into the stadium we went.

Levi loved the big screen and the fireworks that went off every time the home team (Cowboys) scored. Ryan loved watching his team win.

He also loved the fact that he could take his boys to the football… even if Levi wasn’t interested in the slightest.

The rain held off the entire game… and began again as we walked back to the car.

Our boys got to bed by 11pm that night. We ate noodles in public with our hands. There was even a celebratory McDonalds milkshake stop on the way home.

Crazy parents or not, we sure did have some fun.

STOP.

 

Q for you: Are you a sporting fan? When’s the last time you did something like go to a live game?

 

Love,
A

 

Click Clink Five | Five minutes a day, unedited.
Adriel also writes (using spell check!) on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos


Is it worth trading a day of your life?

I read this quote on Pinterest the other day. It said something like: “What are you going to do today? Is it worth trading a day of your life for?”

Wow.

How’s that for a reality check?

Truthfully, there are many days where I’m not living well, as in living intentionally, living on purpose, living in the fullness of life that’s available to me.

Too often, I’m doing my best to balance and juggle and survive…

Can I make it to nap time? Can we just get through the dinner hour? Oh bedtime, where are you? Oh WEEKEND where are you?

But this—this apple-slicing, block-stacking, bum-wiping, shoe-tying, laundry-folding, dishwasher-loading day—is reality. (My current reality at least.)

It is life in motion. Already happening. Not waiting for anyone.

I don’t like to get to the end of the week and think, what exactly did I do?

Granted, being an at-home mom makes my successes difficult to quantify, but even if I can’t see immediate fruti of my labor and investment, I still have a fairly good idea whether I’m doing a good job living or not.

So this is something I’m constantly working on. Or maybe even not working at, but trying to rest in…. This grace that comes from actually being present in the moment. Living my days on purpose.

I want to be an old lady that looks back on life and says, Mmmmmm, that was one glorious life I lived.

But I also want to be a young woman saying the same thing.

What have I done today that was worth trading a day of my life for? And what about tomorrow?

 

STOP.

 

Q for you: How are you spending your days? Is what you did today worth trading a day of your life for?

 

Love,
A

 

Click Clink Five | five minutes a day, unedited
Adriel also writes on parenting & motherhood at The Mommyhood Memos.

 


WWJD in the face of a messy toddler meltdown?

I try not to talk too much about parenting on this blog, because that’s what my other one is for.

But… I’m a mom and I spend a lot of time with the littles. A lot. So of course they occupy much of my headspace. And of course my headspace it’s what ends up here on this paper space. Er, web space.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I parent in two areas: discipline and getting my baby to sleep. naturally those are the two issues that I’m most immersed in at hte moment – helping Judah’s basic needs to be met (feeding, sleeping, and cuddles), and helping to shape the foundation for our parenting philosophy and style in the area of disicpline (helloooo, little toddler!).

And since I’m a Christian, I’m asking myself this question a lot: how does God parent me? (Because that should shape how I parent my littles.)

To put it in today’s (cheesy, over-used) terms: Would Would Jesus Do when dealing with a tantrum? or a fussy baby? or being woken up at night? Or food landing anywhere but the little one’s mouth?

I try to imagine Jesus dealing with a toddler in teh midst of a meltdown over toppled blocks and wonder… would he sweep the kid off to a time out? Would he use stern words? would he give him a giant hug? Would he remove a priviledge? would he distract? Would he spank? (Oh, the controversy these responses stir up!!!)

So many questions.

Of course i don’t know all of hte answers. And I can only imagine what Jesus would actually do.

But I do have expereince of how God’s treated me as an “infant” Christian. He was always so gracious, so kind, so slow to anger. His rebuke never felt stern. I can never remember him barking orders. I don’t recall him demanding obedience or punishment. I don’t remember him even removing “privileges” so to speak.

I just remember him loving me. And trusting me. And giving me opportunity and responsibility and the chance to make a difference.

ANd as I grew to love him and know him back, my desire to obey and serve and be like him just naturally followed.

I grew to love what he loves and live by his value system.

Doesn’t mean he never corrected me along the way.

But when he did correct (and still when he corrects me now), he does so gently and with respect.

Often he even whispers, nudges, suggests a better way.

And his boundaries are clear and unchanging and set up for my own good. (And even bring freedom – what a concept.)

How does this translate into how I parent my littles? How does this translate into that moment – life in teh eye of a tantruM?

That’s where the rubber really hits the road.

These are my questions… These are my thoughts…

This is my parenting being shaped.

So. Much. To. Learn.

STOP.

 

Q for you: How does your faith shape your parenting?

 

Love,
A

p.s. Yes, I did go over time on this post. Like a whopping two minutes or something. Yikes, you’d think in two minutes I could have at least fixed up some of those typos! 😉

 

Click Clink Five | Five minutes a day, unedited


Running on fumes

Today was one of those days…

You know the kind? The kind where you are so glad it’s over (and so glad days aren’t able to be repeated) and yet you also kinda want to repeat it so that you can get a do-over?

I feel like today was a lot of time squandered, not lived well, because I was too overwhelmed with my own tiredness.

I don’t want to turn this into a whine fest so I’ll just say the littles have been high needs lately, both for different reasons. (Highly legitimate reasons.)

But because of that I’ve been so tired that my awake time is spent wishing I was asleep and my asleep time is spent not really sleeping well becuase I’m stressing about how tired I am and how to meet everyone’s needs while being tired.

Aparently the word of the day is tired. How many tiems have I used that in one post now?

I won’t drag this on becuase my phone just died and so my five minute timer died too.

Ironic.

I’ve got to pack it in before I crash sitting up. I’m running on fumes and even teh fumes are about to expire.

In the great big scope of life it’s no big deal. These days happen.

Babies grow. Things change. Life rolls on.

Tired or not, it’s my choice to make the most of it.

All we can control in life is our own choices and responses.

Here’s hoping tomorrow is a little better. Er, less tiring. Or something.

Waaaaah.

Silly post.

STOP.

 

Q for you: When’s the last time you slept through the night and slept in until 10am? No, wait, don’t tell me.

 

Love,
A

 

Click Clink Five is a blog by Adriel Booker. | Five minutes a day, unedited. | 2012 All rights reserved. | Adriel also writes on parenting and motherhood at The Mommyhood Memos.


And then he threw up on me

It wasn’t like him.

Wanting to be held. Sitting still. Needing mama so much.

I knew he wasn’t feeling well today… but today was the first day he was able to articulate what was wrong.

His tummy hurt.

Poor little guy.

He pointed to his chubby little tum and said “owie” and got a really, really sad face.

And then he threw up on me.

Ok, he didn’t really throw up on me. (But that would make for a better story, wouldn’t it?) He just threw up on himself and on the floor.

he did, however let me hold him and rock him to sleep for a second nap. (He hasn’t taken two naps a day for a year.)

I was only wishing that my day wasn’t so busy, that Judah wasn’t also out-of sorts and needing to be held constantly.

How wonderful it would ahve been just to hold him, cuddle him, and stay there until he woke up. (My first baby.)

But dinner was on the stove. Judah was crying. Life was still happening.

So I had to put him down to sleep on his own, rub the tired from my own eyes, step up to the plate, and be mom. (Make it all happen.)

And now that he’s all tucked up in bed for the night, all I really want to do is go scoop him out again and sit there with him in my arms, burying my face in his messy hair.

My baby let me rock him so sleep today.

I never did get to fulfill my promise to him to splash around in the pool, even though I wore my swim suit all day long.

I hope he feels better tomorrow. (If so, we’ll try again for the pool.)

I also hope he’ll let me cuddle him again too.

STOP.

 

Q for you: When is the last time sickness threw you for a loop?

 

Love,
A

P.S. Happy Valentines Day.

 

Click Clink Five is a blog by Adriel Booker. | Five minutes a day, unedited. | 2012 All rights reserved. | Adriel also writes on parenting and motherhood at The Mommyhood Memos.


Thoughts on nighttime parenting and being hypocritical

Lately I’ve been feeling like I have a newborn again.

Judah is now over four months old, and only a couple of weeks ago he was sleeping through the night fairly consistently. (We’re talking from 7pm to 6 or 7am. Wow. It was grand while it lasted.)

But the problem with babies sleeping through the night, is that once they do… you expect them to continue.

And now (the last week or two) he’s been up several times a night.

Could be teething, could be a growth spurt, could be a developmental leap, could be a number of thngs or all of hte above.

Who knows.

Whatever it is, it’s making me tired!

And when it’s hte middle of hte night and I’m dead-tired, I usually respond in a with a groan and my thoughts in a haze. I mechanically get up and feed him and go through the motions of what I’m “supposed” to do.

But then I think about it in the morning and realize that how I parent him at night is reflective of how I parent him in general.

And I don’t want to be a parent that just goes thorugh the motions… even if that is just at night. (Isn’t that being hypocritical? Ugh.)

You see, when I come to God, there is no time that’s inconvenient. No time that I bother him. No time that he’s put out by my coming (or questioning or whatever-ing).

And I want to parent my children like God parents me.

So I think about judah, awake int eh night…

Am I inconvenienced? Am I bothered? Am I grumpy about it?

Often, the answer is “yes”.

But I don’t want to be.

I want to be a parent to him like God is to me.

(Sacrificial, generous, grace-giving, expecting hte best.)

So I’m working on changing my attitude, changing my perspective… my nighttime perspective.

It’s not easy, but I know it’s right.

And right is better than easy.

STOP.

Q for you: If you are a parent, have you thought much about your nighttime parenting? Does it represent you well? Or are you a different parent during the night than you are during the day?

Love,
A

p.s. Just for the record, I went a little over time today! Like… maybe a minute. (Keepin’ it real, folks. Keepin’ it real.)

Click Clink Five is a blog by Adriel Booker. | Five minutes a day, unedited. | 2012 All rights reserved. | Adriel also writes on parenting and motherhood at The Mommyhood Memos.


Anger management issues?

I’m not sure if it was just a post birthday crash or the Monday morning blues or just a case of waking up on teh wrong side of the bed… but this morning levi was a crazy man.

he spent most of the morning, not just in tears, but fake crying/sort-of screaming and throwing tings.

Melt down city.

Several tiems I was able to change teh situation and calm him down, but then something else would set him off again.

(Wow, just as I’m writing this I’m realizing that this is his normal teething behavior. Oooops. Didn’t even think to check his teeth. I think it’s probably time to put his amber teething necklace back on.)

[Hello tangent.]

As I watched him this morning – throwing trains, hitting the chair because he tripped on it, etc – I saw so much of myself in him.

I saw my own weaknesses, my own temper, my own raging emotions.

The only difference is I’ve learned how to control them a little better.

There’s many times where I felt like throwing my computer agains the wall, or ramming into a car that cut me off, or losing it at a customer service rep on the phone. (Or throwing my kids out the window.)

The ony thing that holds me back is my own developing maturity and self-control.

Same emotions, different response.

It helps me not to get angry at him when he’s losing it – remembering that he’s feeling the same way I often do, but just doesn’t yet have all the tools to handle or help solve the situation.

So I do my best to difuse, distract, and disciple him in how to respond when things get messed up or broken or hurt.

I’m leanring to keep my cool with him, just as he’s leanring to keep his cool with life.

And i think… maybe my kid odesn’t have anger management issues after all. Maybe he’s just having one of “those” days and needs a little more help to navigate through.

After all, I can relate to that too.

STOP.

 

Q for you: I’m not the only one who wants to throw my computer at the wall sometimes, right? Right? What helps you keep your cool when the pressure’s on?

 

Love,
A

 

Click Clink Five is a blog by Adriel Booker. | Five minutes a day, unedited. | 2012 All rights reserved. | Adriel also writes on parenting and motherhood at The Mommyhood Memos.