Every time I go out to eat, my eyes always get glued to the kid sitting at a table quietly with his/her family either coloring or on a piece of technology. What I think? Never in a million years would that be my family. Does it make me sad? Yes. Am I blessed, though? Also, yes.
Going almost anywhere… out to eat, to the zoo, to the library to check out a book, to the store, or even to an amusement park is not what this mom calls “fun for the whole family.”
I am a boy mom with wild 3-year-old twins and a wild 5-year-old who started Kindergarten this year.
One day, we had a whole tub of flour dumped all over the kitchen from the walls to the floor, to the ceiling with the whole kitchen being covered. The bedroom curtains were torn down with the brackets pulled off the wall. Somehow a bedroom dresser with a TV was pulled down, and the inside screen was shattered on the TV. Outside, diapers were pulled off with mess smeared on my SUV. Disclaimer: Yes, I keep an eye on my children. I’m always around them. I turn my back for a couple of seconds and this happens.
Yep, I’m a mom of wild children. My three boys do not listen to “no”, take things from other kids, are always sent to their room, are the reason we have to leave places, and laugh when I get stern with them. My boys are also the ones who “do it anyways” when I tell them not to do something.
My oldest son’s first month of Kindergarten is among us. I have already gotten two bad reports and a phone call that my child acted out again.
How did I end up here?
I am the mother who feels guilty every day. I’m the mother who worries if I’m being too stern. I’m the one who gets judgmental looks from strangers. I’m the mother who picks battles and lets things go that I said I’d never let my child get away with, simply because if I didn’t pick battles, he would always be in trouble.
Once again, how did I end up here?
My wild children, who are (literally) hanging from the curtains, also give me the very best hugs when I’m upset and also smothers me with snuggles. They are also so stubborn but are the best helpers around the house. I’m blessed because sometimes I wish my children could calm down for just one minute, but in that same breath, I am blown away by their adventurous spirits. My children play big, but they also have big emotions. If I fuss them too much, it crushes their spirit. They live their lives to the phrase “YOLO”. Will their childhood “YOLO” transpire in their adult lives? I can only dream that their curious spirits will turn into them being honors students who will grow up to work in prestigious jobs.
Moms of wild children who have to emotionally prepare themselves for each day because their little ones prefer to live life on the edge, you are not alone.
