I had a really mature moment yesterday. So mature in fact, that I thought I’d share with all of you equally mature people out there who also happen to be raising our future generation.
Let me set the scene.
Birthday party at the Children’s Museum. We arrived late and thus playtime was cut in half. Loads of sugar and blue icing….everywhere. Not enough time, so… birthday boy didn’t get to open presents in front of kids. (My oldest’s love language is gifts…no present-opening in front of him equals devastation when he isn’t able to see how the recipient liked his gift. Been that way for years.)
On the way home in 5 o’clock traffic…kids bickering. Then more bickering. Then I misunderstand my 2-year-old who apparently wants to show me his Children’s Museum wristband….incorrectly though, I hear “take it off Mommy.” NOT what he said. More devastation.
“Boys, seriously….inside voices. Be nice. Stop hitting. W, just give your brother the toy. For real, just give it to him. I don’t care if you had it first…he’s 2 and won’t stop crying. Help me out here bud. Please….both of you…enough yelling!”
More screaming and crying. Still arguing. Storm clouds looming….traffic standing still.
“STOP SCREAMING!!!! I’M GOING CRAZY! SERIOUSLY….JUST STOP SCREAMING!!!!”
“WAAAAAAAA!!!!” (from both kids.) “Mommy you scared me. Why did you just scream at us like that?! Booohoooohooo.”
So…I did the mature thing then since I’m almost 34 and all. I turned up the music and “put another dime in the jukebox baby” along to Joan Jett.
Sometimes, I really, really do “Love Rock ‘N Roll.”
Jesus…save my kids from my mistakes please?!! Heaven knows we’ve got a counseling bill coming our way one day!
Friends…. tell me I’m not the only one who’s walking in this level of maturity on occasion?! When was the last time you dropped the awesome on your kids like this?!