Comments on: One of THOSE Days http://www.mommytopics.com/confessions/one-of-those-days Fri, 26 Aug 2011 13:04:47 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: Rachymommy http://www.mommytopics.com/confessions/one-of-those-days/comment-page-1#comment-52 Rachymommy Fri, 06 Nov 2009 20:04:03 +0000 http://www.mommytopics.com/?p=53#comment-52 Cindi, What a wise mommy you are. It's so true. So often we need to just stop... toss our plans and expectations out the window, and react to the new situation with gentleness, patience, creativity, and joy. It's not always easy to do that, but stories like yours will stick in my head and help to trigger this kind of attitude adjustment when it's needed. Thanks for your posts. For some reason there is just so much comfort and encouragement in simply knowing... I'm not alone. Cindi,
What a wise mommy you are. It’s so true. So often we need to just stop… toss our plans and expectations out the window, and react to the new situation with gentleness, patience, creativity, and joy. It’s not always easy to do that, but stories like yours will stick in my head and help to trigger this kind of attitude adjustment when it’s needed. Thanks for your posts. For some reason there is just so much comfort and encouragement in simply knowing… I’m not alone.

]]> By: Cindi http://www.mommytopics.com/confessions/one-of-those-days/comment-page-1#comment-51 Cindi Thu, 05 Nov 2009 21:25:36 +0000 http://www.mommytopics.com/?p=53#comment-51 Yesterday was one of my many 'One of those days' as well. I too stayed up way too late the evening before. My son, due to this awesome (sarcasm) time change, woke up at 5am and would not go back to sleep. When this happens, he ends up being cranky all morning because he is so tired. It begins a battle with him... As the battle began, I realized what I needed to do...I just stopped. I stopped the list going on in my head of all the things I needed to do...laundry, dishes, etc. I spent time with my son. We threw the football around, read books, and colored. I could tell he was too tired to be a good listener for the time being & that I couldn't ask too much of him the hour before naptime. So, we spent it together instead of me just putting on a show for him to watch while I caught up on cleaning the floors. What a difference that made. I loved him crawling up on my lap & listening to the stories I was reading him. I loved the questions he asked about the characters even pointing out letters he is learning. And the football playing...that is always a blast! He has us put on our pretend helmets, then he even throws a few 'fake-outs' to me :). With the ball in his hand, he zig-zags around, as if to be dodging other players, and then throws me an surprisingly very spiral ball for a 3 year old. I catch it, and then he runs to me for me to tackle him. Yes, those times are priceless! I wish I'd remember more often to 'just stop'! Yesterday was one of my many ‘One of those days’ as well. I too stayed up way too late the evening before. My son, due to this awesome (sarcasm) time change, woke up at 5am and would not go back to sleep. When this happens, he ends up being cranky all morning because he is so tired. It begins a battle with him…

As the battle began, I realized what I needed to do…I just stopped. I stopped the list going on in my head of all the things I needed to do…laundry, dishes, etc. I spent time with my son. We threw the football around, read books, and colored. I could tell he was too tired to be a good listener for the time being & that I couldn’t ask too much of him the hour before naptime. So, we spent it together instead of me just putting on a show for him to watch while I caught up on cleaning the floors.

What a difference that made. I loved him crawling up on my lap & listening to the stories I was reading him. I loved the questions he asked about the characters even pointing out letters he is learning.

And the football playing…that is always a blast! He has us put on our pretend helmets, then he even throws a few ‘fake-outs’ to me :) . With the ball in his hand, he zig-zags around, as if to be dodging other players, and then throws me an surprisingly very spiral ball for a 3 year old. I catch it, and then he runs to me for me to tackle him. Yes, those times are priceless!

I wish I’d remember more often to ‘just stop’!

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