Kids are slick. You think they think, do or feel one thing and it’s the complete opposite. I knew it happens, but until I had one of my very own, I just didn’t realize how it affected a parent.
Take for instance. A few things. That just somehow find a way to the very core of a parent’s nerves.
Why is it…you put a child to bed they seemingly fall asleep. And you get up to put a book away or shut off the light, or go downstairs to take care of things, and lo and behold the peepers pop open and you hear a faint, “moooommmmmmmmyyyyy?” come from said child’s room. How do they know? What’s in it for them to one second be asleep and the next asking for us? Making us want to cry! And stamp our own feet. And throw a mommy or daddy tantrum?
Why is it…you tell them to stay in one place, either for their own safety or because you need to do something that requires them to remain still, yet you step away for just mere seconds and already the springs in the bottom of the child’s feet have been activated and that child is no longer in that spot you asked them to stay in.
Why is it…you, as a parent need to think. You just need to focus so you can formulate a plan of attack, a complete thought, or even just hear your self think. For just one moment. But in the midst of your best efforts, you are interrupted. The synapses in your brain keep misfiring. And why? Because there’s a child who will not stop making noise. Whether it be singing, talking, humming, stomping feet, playing with an annoying toy, having the tv too loud (although I blame LFD for this one most times), whining or whatever, sometimes I just need peace and quiet to figure things out and unless there is quiet, no can do! I, like Shane & David on “The Upside Down Show” have SUPERSENSITIVEHEARING!!!! I can’t listen to certain music because my nerves? Well, let’s just say I inherited them from my mom. They are extremely frayed. So when I am trying to think and try to fight off the mommy brain, the noises that surround me do not help me focus.
Kids, they take a lot out of you, including the pigment in the hair on your pointy little head, and sometimes even the hair itself! One thing’s for sure they keep you on your toes. If only to wonder what they will do next to test you. And test the limits you can be pushed to. I know I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but yeesh, the deep breathes just sometimes aren’t enough of a coping mechanism.
What do you do to cope with being a parent? How do you handle the unexplained child behaviors? How do you manage your own weaknesses when it comes to raising your child(ren)? (Mom, here’s where you say, I had three and by the fourth child I perfected the art and just had a perfect child! Heh!)
