these past few weeks have been ones of such mamma-change around here. mike has probably stayed on his steady, patient, even path, but lala, finn, and i are all a little bit different than a month or so ago.
someone got a haircut this weekendtwo really is two. it is as though these little people pass some invisible gateway and
poof, the twos (oh, you know what i mean) have begun. the twos on finn seem so much more prominent than they were on lala, probably a result of being a second child. he is so much more determined and so less put off from anything and everything than i remember lala being at this age. why should he be if big sister is doing it all? and as finn passed that gateway, his finnalect (finnian toddler dialect) exploded. he has so many more words, now in two and three word combinations, and
sigh, he is even already losing some of his finnalect in favor of real words. "a nee" actually came out as "park" the other day.
our little performer, dressed in uniform for her first concertand that big sister of his? oh she is surprising me in so many proud mamma ways. i finally feel like we are
moving forward. i really do mean
we. i needed to hit that bottom rung of frustration and worry to get smacked on the head hard enough to realize it was
me that needed to do that shifting. a few minor changes in my mamma-ing (and perhaps, as mike suspects, the end of a major growth spurt by lala) have revealed a much more even-keeled, dare i say it,
mature, lala.
recently, at a playdate (one that happens twice a week), lala got really frustrated ("stinky" would have been my choice word on
my grouchy days). it seemed my attempt at helping solve the problem wasn't working and i gave a two-minute warning to wrap up and leave. it had been heading that direction anyway. in a grump, lala said "i need to take a break."
she took herself off to our friend's laundry room and took a break. (this is HUGE.) when she came back, she was relaxed, smiling, and the playdate went on successfully for another 45 minutes.
on another recent day, one during which lala had had school, had been the big sister to finn and his buddy lily, had a successful playdate
at our house with lily's sister julia, and was still being a star, she did something to push my buttons (intentionally) right after i had asked her twice not to do it, and i lost it. i had to come back and say "i am sorry. i am just so grouchy! everything i am saying sounds mad." you want to know what lala's reply was?
"okay mamma. take a deep breath."
i obeyed.
"take another one."
again, i complied.
"now take another one."
ok.
"now talk."
smart girl.
not liking the hair buns i gave her. she's yanking them out.don't get me wrong. we have had our down days, too, but i can see so much more clearly how those fall right back to
me and my approach to what is going on. nothing can prepare you for how difficult being a parent can be. it brings joy and love you never imagined, yes, but it brings challenges you can never anticipate. there is so much pressure to handle it right, all the time!
right is so hard to figure out and there is nothing like a child to see right through you and set you straight.
a recent conversation i overheard lala and mike having...
lala: (said something to mike in a demanding, whiny, rude tone)
dada: could you ask me again nicely? it hurts my feelings when you talk to me like that.
lala: (repeats herself, not much improved.)
dada: lala, i don't think i taught you to talk to me like that.
lala: well, mamma talks to me in a mean way like that.
ouch.so often, i feel like i am walking this thin tight rope. trying to balance setting limits with having give and take is incredibly difficult for me. clearly, i am falling to the wrong side if the way i think i am getting my message across only sends the message that seems
mean to lala.
so,
pause, here i go again....by the time
i have grown up, by the time i get this
right, they will have grown up and moved away.