Ah, spring. The cherry blossoms are blooming (and so far, I’m not hacking as a result…fingers crossed), the pear trees delicate blossoms are floating in the air like snow, the sun is relatively warm, the world looks brighter, the grass is starting to turn green again, the birds are chirping and making nests in our trees.
Spring is like one big sigh for me. An exhalation of a pent up winter in turtlenecks, boots, scarves and blah emotions. You can’t help but feel like spring is a new beginning.
So today, I am going to take a deep breath and be the calm parent. The even keel parent. The softly spoken mother. Instead of the screaming, raving banshee I feel I’ve become the last few weeks.
Peanut’s “rest time” has quickly devolved into a sick game of toddler mountain climbing where he ends up on top of his dresser tossing lamps, sound machines and baby monitors. As a result, my fear wells up and I yell. I scream at him not to climb up there. That it’s dangerous. As if I could scare him into behaving or understanding how not safe that is. Why don’t you listen to me? – and other similarly useless on a two-year-old phrases have escaped my lips during our attempts at rest time until I finally give up, feeling spent, guilty and useless.
Thank goodness for some of my mommy friends with older boys who gave me a much needed pep talk last night. There is nothing like knowing I’m not crazy, I’m not the only one and that this too shall pass.
So today, on this first day of spring, after a lovely morning at the park with friends, a workout and a vitamin D fix, I’ve committed to not yelling. No more. It doesn’t work anyway and just makes everyone feel bad. More deep breathing. More letting it go. More focus on fun times while we’re having them not anticipating the rest time struggles to come. More trial and error in finding the boundary setting that works (time outs, not so much; toy withholding – we might be onto something).
We’ll see. It can’t hurt.
You know what they say, hope springs eternal. I think a mother with a toddler who wouldn’t nap must have coined that one.