I usually work from home on Mondays and Wednesdays. On these days, at 3pm, S and our sitter head
to the bus stop to collect W once he hops off the bus. As soon as W gets home, he immediately runs
upstairs to change clothes, then runs to the kitchen to grab a drink, sometimes
a snack too. If I don’t have a meeting,
I’ll leave the door open and he’ll head into the extra bedroom that has become
my makeshift office where he plops down on the bed to enjoy his drink/snack and
tells me all about his day. Sometimes he
brings school projects to show me, other times we just chat.
It’s become one of my favorite parts of Mondays and Wednesdays
and when I was offered the job that I eventually turned down, I immediately
thought of our after school meetings and couldn’t fathom giving them up.
Yesterday, as W was explaining his day, he informed me that
his teacher had gone home sick and then exclaimed, “I should make her a get
well card!”. He asked for help with
spelling and proceeded to make the card for his teacher complete with a picture
of them holding hands.
I’m certain I’ve gotten a lot wrong with parenting. There are times when I yell and immediately
regret it because duh, C, it’s hard to tell your kids to quiet down or listen
when you’re yelling at them. I’m
constantly reminding myself to lead by example and beating myself up when I
should’ve handled situations better. But
one thing A and I continue to instill in our boys is kindness and compassion
for others. I was incredibly proud of W
yesterday (and always). We got something
right.
And last night, some time after I tucked S in and said
goodnight, he dropped a stuffed animal.
I sighed and picked it up, wondering if he was just stalling and trying
to avoid sleep. As soon as I handed it
over, he exclaimed, “Oh, thank you! You
are the kindest mommy!” and he proceeded to hug me.
They argue, they misbehave, they occasionally throw toys, they need to be reminded to use
kind words, but deep down, they get it. They
understand that their actions have an impact.
And they have the power to make a positive impact. My sweet boys.
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