Is it just me or do you ever feel like your kids have a language of their own? A language of convenience that was designed to meet every need on demand? I sometimes wonder whether to cushion the fall that not everything happens exactly when they want it to, at the exact second of request, or whether to allow them to relish in the beauty of childhood. Where time does not exist and life, as they see it, IS right now.
Isn’t that the best part about being a kid? Sometimes I think I could take some lessons from mine. (Did I just say that aloud)? So I guess I am left to wonder…do they just have a totally different language that I am unaware of?
What I say: The answer is no
Interpretation: I will say yes in a minute, so ask me 5 more times
What I say: I’m in the bathroom, just a minute please
Interpretation: I’m going potty but come on in and let’s make small talk
What I say: It’s time to pick up
Interpretation: It’s time to throw a fit about picking up so mommy will end up doing it just so you stop crying
What I say: You need to stop crying and throwing a fit
Interpretation: You need to be whiney and dramatic making sure to stretch out everyyyyy letterrrrrrr as if you reaeeeallyyyyy meeeeeeann it.
What I say: Mommy just needs a few minutes of quiet time to herself
Interpretation: Give me 30 seconds until you start tattling on your sister again okay?
What I say: You kids need to put away all of the paper and markers you got out
Interpretation: You kids need to put away all of the paper and markers you got out but don’t worry about putting any lids back on them. If they dry out, we can just buy more!
What I say: Please pick up your shoes that are laying in the family room
Interpretation: Please move your shoes from the family room to the hallway
What I say: It isn’t nice to yell at your brother/sister
Interpretation: Don’t yell, just kick them or stick out your tongue at them when I am not watching
What I say: No more snacks before dinner
Interpretation: Let’s negotiate.
What I say: Dinner will be ready in five minutes so please do not ask again!
Interpretation: You should count to 5 and tell me “it has been five minutes mom”
So, there it is. Fresh out of the oven…warm baked “I love you but you are making mommy crazy” pie!
Hey. I am all about the whole “living in the moment” thing…that is, until is becomes
A.NNOY.ING.
Ah. The joys of being a kid. I wonder, do you think we did this to our mom’s too?
Are you kidding, all the time! Not just my mom, but my grandparents too! Put them through hell and back, but that’s what they were there for. You only get to be a kid once, then your kids get you back and so it goes on!!!!!