Life in General

The Mommy report card

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Probation.

My two year old is on probation.

Well, she didn’t actually use those words. But I’m pretty good at reading between the lines.

The preschool director is really a good friend of mine. I know she would do anything to help me and make my life easier. But she was stuck.

My adorable and mischievous two year old was making life in the toddler class very difficult for his teachers. And no form of discipline was working.

So maybe he needed a break from school…

I couldn’t argue much because I knew  exactly what they meant. When I blink, he’s on the counter.

If I blow my nose, it costs me a bag of cereal spread across the floor.

He’s the second of all my kids to master climbing out of his crib before he should be.

But you see, he’s the happiest kid around. He doesn’t even know what the word tantrum means. Because life is FUN and he doesn’t want to waste even one minute of fun to have a boring tantrum.

And his smile. He’s a charmer. He knows how to put on the sweet as sugar smile with the matching tone to shout “Mo-mmyyy!” as soon as he sees me in the morning. He makes my heart melt.

But he’s the reason that every cabinet, refrigerator and door handle in the house has a lock.

And now the preschool was telling me that he was on probation. If he couldn’t follow the rules, he would need to take the month off.

I try to get control of my thoughts.

He’s on probation, not me.

So then why do i feel like I’ve been given the dunce cap?

Why do I feel like I just got a big fat red F on my mommy report card?

Hold on a second! I tell myself.

This is not your first child!

You’ve already proven yourself to yourself.

This is your 8th child you are raising through the lovely toddler years, with the ninth to follow not far behind.

You’ve done this before without probation!

This is not an F!

So then … why does it feel like it is?

I make a mental note to speak to my husband about it later when the house will finally  quiet down.

Eventually they’re all asleep.

I start quizzing my husband.

You think we messed up with this one? Was I not strict enough? Did I do something different?

My husband is pretty amused. Something tells me I’ve put him through this string of questions before…

He assures me that there’s this thing called P-E-R-S-O-N-A-L-I-T-Y. And it’s something you’re born with. And this two year old was born with a lot of it. And it has nothing to do with him or me or my husband or his siblings. This is his nature, not a result of nurture.

I know he’s right. But it’s so hard to separate myself from it!

It’s an interesting phenomena.

When our kids achieve successes we want, we pat ourselves on the back.

But if we take credit for their successes, then that means we are to blame for their failures too.

And I disagree with both. The lines often get blurred and there’s something we easily forget.

Each child is their own person. Their. Own. Person. Not a copy of ourselves. Not an outlet for everything we meant to do as a kid. Not a make-up for what we missed out on while growing up. But their own person. Their successes are theirs. And so are their failures.

We are the cheering squad. We encourage, we guide, we lead by example.

But the outcome?

It’s not our report card. It never was and it never should be. Because if it is, then we’ve really missed the point. I know it’s not possible for me to really be there and help any of my children if all I’m seeing in them is me.

I need to see them for who they are and help them be the best version of themselves. And I need to be OK with them not fitting the mold I want to stick them into.

My toddler is on probation. Not me.

He’s adorable. And he was born with a personality and energy that surpasses mine. And it will serve him well through life. 

Right now, his preschool teacher can’t handle him. There is no report card.

And that’s life. We’ll figure it out. He’ll be ok, and so will I.

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Behavior & Discipline, Motherhood

Some more about raising boys…

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With a newborn in one hand and most of my kids home, I’m keeping my summer bucket list pretty simple.

Organize the kids’ closets.

Organize my cabinet.

By “my cabinet” I mean my personal arsenal where I keep all the most valuable items in the house and all my weapons, including those that can easily turn into weapons of mass destruction.

Sharpies.

Elmer’s liquid glue.

Glitter.

Glue sticks.

Stickers.

Sticky tack.

Washable paint.

Bucket of 10,000 fuse beads.

In the wrong hands, all of these can wreak havoc. But used correctly, they can save lives.

As soon as I put the baby down, I make a beeline to my cabinet and make yet another attempt to tackle it.

I start emptying it out, finding all different things I’ve taken away from my kids over the past few months. A growing stash of bouncy balls of every size and color  that were being used in the wrong place and other things like that.

My 3 & 5 year old little boys are watching me wide eyed. I need to find something to keep them busy with so I can knock this off my list at last.

Frisbees! I came across two frisbees stuffed in the back of the top shelf; I don’t remember why I put them there to begin with, but I’m thrilled to find them. And so are they. They proudly march off with their frisbees, and I continue my work.

I come across two cardboard mailing tubes that had once contained enlarged photos.

Ah, that’ll make a great toy too!

I call my little boys and offer them the super cool cardboard tubes. I give them some creative ideas what they can use it for-it’ll be a great tunnel for their cars or they can roll balls through it.

I’m pretty pleased with my ideas and go back to my organizing.

The frisbee and cardboard tube seemed to be doing the trick.

They’re playing together and I’m organizing.

Eventually I pop in to check on them.

“What are you guys doing?” I can’t help but ask.

“We’re having a sword fight!” They excitedly tell me.

“Sword fight?”

“Yeah look, we each have a sword and a shield!”

The frisbee. A shield.

The cardboard tube. A sword.

I’m watch them, stunned. Unbeknownst do me, I had given them a sword and a shield.

I pride myself in my adapting to how little boys work. With a houseful of them, I’ve learned to play life by their rules. And I do admit, their version of life, despite the mess, is quite exciting! This is not something that came natural to me, but I’ve learned to love it.

And just when I thought I had it all figured out, they did a number on me. I had forgotten one of the golden rules about boys; anything and everything can and will be turned into a war weapon, regardless of how many rules you make against it.

I watch them gleefully running and playing and I know that really and truly, I will never be one of them. I’m doubting if it’s possible to really see the world through their magical eyes.

And that’s life with boys; you gotta just love them. Otherwise you’ll go crazy. And even worse, you’ll never, ever finish organizing your cabinets.

Motherhood

Newborn Joys

I just need to peel 10 potatoes. Throw the chicken in the oven. Quickly cut up some cucumbers. I should have it all done in time for it to be ready when the kids finish their computer time. Mommy Camp is running nice and smooth at this very moment and I’m feeling pretty pleased about it.

And then my baby wakes up. My very tiny little baby. I have to remind myself that he’s really still a newborn, since running full blown Mommy Camp can make me forget that. And he wants to eat. Like now. Well, Mommy Camp is about to lose its efficiency.

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Life in General

Boys will be boys…and maybe that’s ok!

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The house is spotless and I try to hold on to this weekly moment in time – the minute after my house cleaner leaves and the seconds before the kids sail through the door; the moment when every toy is away, the counters are bare and sparkling and the floors are swept and mopped – and the smell of shabbos is in the air.
Cooking is done. Challahs are ready. And there’s actually some time to just enjoy the Friday afternoon.
I happily realize that I will be getting more than just a mere 20 seconds of quiet and a clean house; since the sun is shining and the rain has finally stopped, the kids decide it’s a perfect day to play outside.
I couldn’t agree more!

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Life in General

Book Review – Is It Shabbos Yet?

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If you have little kids, chances are you can recite the book “Is It Shabbos Yet?” quicker than you can remember your cell number.
I’ve been reading it out loud for 13 years now and I offer you my personal book review.
It starts off with sweet little Malkie waking up Friday morning and wanting to know if it’s Shabbos yet – to which her mother says not yet, first we have to go shopping.
Now, in this day and age, we all know the power of the written word on little impressionable minds.
Do you understand what we are teaching our kids here??

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