Parent Conversations, sort of.

I enjoy the weekend conversation of parenting. No, stop, don't do that, did you say Thank you, why are you arguing, did you make the rules, that is not yours, that is not where it goes, did you, why did you, who put you in charge, don't talk to your brother like that, excuse me, no sir not in that tone, your privileges are now gone, you are grounded, did you say thank you - again? And so on and so on... until finally the young soon to be teen, who has sincerely discovered that their voice not only works, but it is a powerful weapon, I mean tool... is used. And when used it is a sound that the inventors of tornado warning sirens should have utilized, not to mention the length and consistency of the voice. The range of buttons that this ten year old has in their arsenal is amazing. It is as if they conspire to take down the almighty mom who is simply trying to not have the twelve million balls she is juggling - fall. At any one point in my day if I even so much as question what I am doing I have started a derailment of the to-do mountain list which all mom's have, leaving quite a few messes to add to the following days to do list. People who don't have children cannot relate, and yes I have four legged family members...it is not the same. They don't use their voices and when mad they simply get into the trash or make a mess on the floor. Any 2 legged child can do that too (albeit prior to turning 4 years old I am sure) Imagine just one of those balls drop, the mom psyche can't bear that, we feel that innate sense of "crap" and then do everything in our fearless power to over compensate and fix everything else better. This being of ten year old going on 30. How in the world, but by God alone, do I get him to understand that he should enjoy the ride right now my friend, someday there won't be anyone there to help clean up messes you make, constructively tell you when you don't handle something appropriately with an I love you at the end versus a write-up-suspension-or worse fired, clean up after you when you leave the dissected regurgitated mice/owl project from science class in your backpack, or fix your paper/project so it appears as you dreamed. So what if the person helping you now is loud, cries at any and all times, hugs you more than you care to be hugged, tells you that you are a good person followed by telling you how you need to do something better... to just enjoy the ride. I find it ironic I ask how do I tell him this, get him to understand, believe in himself, challenge himself, be proud of himself, when at the end of the day I, myself, don't know how to do these things. However, I am learning. So. Here is to the next step. That it be forward by choice and will. My vibrant self is going to learn how to do more things, appreciate myself, and become stronger. This is where it begins. This blog will begin to take on a life of it's own. From funnies and ironics, to rants and poems, to the new form of building your business, especially in a small economic region or industry. This last one I promise to not be as boring as it sounds. Each day there are millions of things that can stand out to us as to why we choose a service we do, who we tell about it, and why. So excited! But for now I must go finish the waffles that I make for the full month out and get the two kids in the house to stop screaming at each other. Wish me luck. Until next time. DevinAnne (c)