This parenting thing is challenging. And some days I don't feel up to the job.
The first day we brought our boys home comes to mind. After three straight sleepless nights in the hospital and major surgery, we gratefully brought home our new babies, carried them up to their crib where they promptly started flailing and screaming. In that moment, I thought, "what have we done?" (This is not to say that I am not aware of how very lucky we are to be parents, and parents of two very healthy children. This is just to say that I have moments of feeling unworthy of the job.)
The boys were up at 4:30 a.m. today. And breakfast was a total fiasco. I gave the boys yogourt with peaches and sunflower seeds, which they LOVE. And I sat down and ate with them, and they seemed to be eating happily. So I got up to do one of any number of the million things I need to get done in the kitchen. I turn my back for mere minutes. But it is enough. I return to find yogourt splattered on the wall, the floor, the carpet in the living room, the tv, smeared in the boys freshly washed hair and all over the table.
I lost my mind.
It absolutely kills me that I cannot teach these toddlers how to behave at the table. I'm not asking for them to know their dessert spoon from the soup spoon. I don't care if they use utensils at all. I just don't want them throwing their food! It is so wasteful and so messy. Is that too much to ask?
I have tried everything. Including the current strategy of meal time being promptly over if anything is thrown. With no snacks for an hour after meal time. Which is hard for a mother to refuse her children food.
Why do we have to repeat everything? How many times a day so I have to stop kids from touching the garbage? From knocking over Cowboy's food?
Love and patience.
(Or maybe I will employ this strategy.)