It’s Sunday night, 2 out of 3 are in bed and I am exhausted. A1 is sipping on chicken noodle soup, drawing and watching Tv. It’s the first time that I blog with one of the kids awake. I just asked her what she’s drawing and she said ” A pony”.
So people told me to start a blog and I did. I didn’t know what it was but I started anyway. I learned so much in the past two months. There’s a whole community of bloggers out there. I’m still new at this and most of my readers are Facebook friends but I’m slowly being integrated in this community.
So you start a blog, you write a blog…what’s next?
A1 just “psssssttt” me and showed me her drawing. It looks like a Komodo dragon with wings.
A1: Does it look like a poney?
I nod
A1 : A lot or a little ?
I think she knows it looks nothing like a pony.
Me: Medium
A1: But is it cute?
I nod.
I don’t know what to do, lie ? Tell her the truth? She’s 4 !
Wait she’s coming… oh, never mind, she froze in front of the Tv midway.
She’s here.
A1: I want 2 cereal bars.
No please no nothing.
Me: You’re gonna go to bed soon.
A1: Pleaaaase, 2 cereal bars.
Me: Offffff ok, let’s start with 1.
Again, I never know what to do while negotiating with her. Should I be more strict? Is she walking all over me? Is all this going to bite me in the butt when she becomes a teenager…
Parenting is a constant test. A test who’s results you’ll never get and never know what the right answer was… People think I know what I’m doing because I have 3 kids. If you don’t know how to drive does it make a difference if you have 3 cars? At least we’re taught how to drive. Nobody teaches us how to be a parent.
I always like to listen to what the elder have to say about life. Sometimes I don’t understand their advice but I follow it anyways.
She just sent me to get her the second cereal bar and cold milk.
A1: Again! Cereal bar and cold milk.
Me: Please mommy!
A1: I’m not your mommy.
Where did I go wrong? Or did I go wrong? Sometimes I wish she was more mannered and obedient but then I think this way is better because I don’t want people stepping all over her later in life. Plus how is she supposed to be that well mannered with all the things she sees in this house.
She’s sitting stuck on me right now and she just asked me to move because she doesn’t have enough space.
Me: but you’re the one stuck on me.
A1: No you’re stuck on ME!
And now she just burped out loud. Where did I go wrong? Or did I ?
I never know if I’m doing or saying the right thing. All I know is, I hug them and tell them I love them as many times as possible in the day. There’s no way I can go wrong with that.
Now we’re going to take a picture of her drawing, post it and then I’m taking her to bed.
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