Monday, July 28, 2014

Weekend Edition


The kids were in fine drama form over the weekend. The handoff from their dad on Saturday was not smooth, setting the stage for uncomfortable feelings to creep out in unexpected ways for the rest of the day. At the end of an overdue visit with the grandparents Saturday night, the girls were mutinous with insistent demands for a sleepover on the spot, "The people don't want us to leave!"



What people? Grandma and Grandpa are moving . . . I'm going to be gone for most of the week. We're going home. TONIGHT.



There were lots of surly kid statements made on the drive home, and at first, I chewed them out, burnt from having to deflect the Spend the Night! argument 500 times.Violet announced she was just feeling really anxious . . . about Boys and Girls Club on Monday . . . about starting third grade in the fall . . . about her parents arguing in front of her earlier that day.



I shifted from the tired "you NEED to LISTEN to your mama!" refrain to explore the purpose of being on the planet. The point of struggle being how you respond to it - not that it exists. It's supposed to exist. The kids were engaged as the conversation meandered into related topics. At home, the kids asked if I had any books about spirit stuff.



I wasn't prepared to bring out the religious texts, so I handed my 8 year old a book about dreams and my 10 year old, The Secret, which I was surprised to spot on my bookshelf. With one chapter under her belt, Daisy adopted the phrase, "Like attracts like."



Maybe all that what goes around comes around, give and you shall receive talk inspired my special Sunday morning breakfast with reserved seating, lukewarm drip coffee, sunflower seeds, cold oatmeal, a chia seed snack my girls find slimy, and a meringue cookie. They talked about how long it took them to prepare it - and how the coffee was hot when they first made it. I truly appreciated their thoughtful efforts as I quietly put the food away and made a fresh cup of coffee.


















For our Sunday fun, I took the kids to visit the baby cows I'm currently obsessed with at my place of work.






We ran errands with some early back-to-school shopping.









All I wanted to do for the rest of the day was be at home and get things ready for a busy week. However, that sneak Violet insisted she call her dad because she was "worried about him," if worried means getting us invited to a barbecue she knew he was at that just happened to be teeming with boys her age. I took us to the barbecue. I'm a team player; Violet, not so much. When it was finally time for reading before lights out, Violet refused to read, brush her teeth, or get in bed. She declared ALL THE OTHER KIDS AT BOYS AND GIRLS CLUB STAY UP ALL NIGHT, AND THEY TALK ABOUT IT ALL DAY LONG.



I had lost my patience by the time Violet got to that ridiculous claim, but she didn't stop there. My tone became more and more uptight: IT IS TIME FOR BED. YOU'RE GOING TO BE TIRED IN THE MORNING IF YOU DON'T GO TO BED NOW. AFTER EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE FOR YOU THIS WEEKEND, YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO ME. YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A JERK . . . Daisy, my little Secret head,  reminded me helpfully from the other side of the room, "Like attracts like, Mom!"



Yeah, OK. It's not good parenting to tell your kid she's acting like a jerk and telling your kid you have done a lot for them is indiscernible white noise, but I had reached that trembling point past patience and logic.



My seething anger certainly wasn't having a positive effect on Violet who was throwing herself around the house. I remembered to hand her a box, an old anger management technique we had recently agreed to bring back.

















Violet's anger shifted to laughter as she shredded that box. She said she was sorry, and it wasn't long before both girls were fast asleep. There is no peace like the quiet of an evening that follows kid-frenzied bedtime.





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