These days my parenting victories seem few and far between. I used to be an awesome mom with polite, obedient children. This didn’t happen by accident. Oh, no. It happened through hard work and consistent discipline. Consistency is the key, remember?!
These days? It feels like my parenting victories are few and far between. I have a kindergartener that doesn’t sleep though the night. I have kids who roll their eyes and think a few chores are torture and live in constant fear that they might do more work than…
…a sibling. <— this is apparently a fate worse than death.
But recently I’ve had a few victories. If, by victory, you mean I’m-still-alive-my-kids-are-still-alive-and-no-one-was-hurt. Let’s be honest, my idea of parenting victories have changed over a whole lot in the past few years.
Recently I had an issue with a child at school…after having a very bad evening, wondering if progress with ever come, the child apologized appropriately and made things right. Even better? The issue was just as much the fault the other child, as my child. This inequity in the past would have met with, “why should I apologize? He needs to apologize to me!” And while all of that may be true, my child handled themselves with maturity and decorum.
Sure, ten years ago I could never have dreamed of being in this situation to start with…But my perspective has shifted and the victory is in my pride and joy at seeing this situation be resolved.
But don’t be too discouraged! It isn’t all sunshine and roses, like I just described. I’ve decided recently (again) that I have no business volunteering for anything. Ever.
Two weeks ago I got to go as a chaperone for Jubilee’s choir class. It was so much fun and I totally enjoyed being able to spend the time with her friends and teacher. It seemed, then, that it would be no problem to go as a chaperone for Tucker and Avi’s field trip this week.
And it wasn’t.
Until my phone rang ten minutes into the performance (don’t worry, it was on vibrate).
And I had to answer because it was the school.
Calling to tell me Apollo was sick and I needed to pick him up.
Of course…because I had just ridden the school bus, half an hour away, to the theater.
And had no way to leave.
Thankfully Tilly was finished with her classes for the day and I was able to call her. She had to leave Walmart, drive home, pick up the van keys, drive to the school, get Apollo, leave the car and take the van (because it had Apollo’s car seat) then watch him until I returned.
You win some and you lose some, am I right?