Summertime: chaos or structure?

Note: This post was originally posted on the Deep South Moms Blog, a part of SV Mom’s Group that recently decided to shut down. As a result, I’m posting some stuff here that I originally contributed- with an update of course! This particular post suits Shell @ Things I Can’t Say’s (you’re reading her right? Because she’s fabulous) pour your heart out meme, as it touches on that all too-familiar feeling (you know the phrase is coming..) Mommy Guilt.

Summer is coming. I know this is inevitable every year, and I do love the warmer weather. However, all I could think about lately was last summer and the many long days I spent with my then 3 year old and 5 month old, trying to juggle activities and meet both of their needs. It was a very long summer before his preschool began. So as this summer approaches, I find myself wondering, what am I going to do with my son all summer long?

I realize this does not sound like the best statement for a stay at home mom of two to make regarding one of her children. However, last week my four year old son was home for the week from preschool for the Spring Break. I was so excited to spend the week with the two kids. I had planned adventures to the park, kid-gourmet picnics on the beach, strolls down to the marina. Yes, the three of us were going to have so much fun enjoying Spring Break.

And then reality set in.

The first day was a lot of fun. We ventured to the park and played on the swings and slides until the kids were exhausted. It was a beautiful day and we came home, tired but content. I put the kids down for their naps (at the same time, no less!) and settled into my household chores. Not more than twenty minutes later, my fourteen month old was up crying in pain, as those vicious molars are trying to push their way through her poor swollen gums. So of course, the four year old wakes up and is done with napping and is in a cranky state of mind. This sets the tone for the rest of the week. Pure chaos. Indeed, the days are long even if the years are short.

As the week drew to a close, I realized something else- summer was not far behind. I was going to be experiencing this every week, not just once in awhile. Two kids on two very different schedules, one who needs the naps and the other who is forced to be stuck at home while this happens. This was simply not going to go well. I realize people with multiple children do this all the time, but I just find myself wondering how.. because there was no way we were going to survive an entire summer by trying to find playgroup activities that suit both their ages (these do not exist, I am convinced).

Luckily, my son’s preschool offers a summer program. This will be great, he will have activities suited towards his age and get to interact with other children, my daughter can still get her naps, and I can keep my sanity. However, the mommy guilt slowly creeps in to encompass me, not entirely without credit to comments  made by friends and acquaintances. What kind of stay at home mom enrolls her child in a summer program? Is it not my job to be able to take care of and entertain my children on a daily basis? What kind of failure is this?

The answer: none. My child needs regular interaction and a structured schedule. I can provide that for him but without nearly as much fun as he will have going to a summer camp of sorts, with field trips and endless activities. I decided to enroll him in the half-day option. The best part for him is that he will be surrounded by kids his own age instead of a teething toddler. And we all will still have the afternoons together. It is the best of all worlds, and once I let the mommy guilt subside, I realized it was best for him too. So, my four year old goes to his summer camp program- and we all can enjoy our summer.

**Update: Since I posted this with the Deep South Moms Blog a while back, the Summer program has since begun. My son adores it. I spent the entire first day worrying that it was going to be too much. When I picked him up, his face was shining with excitement about what was coming tomorrow. When I asked if he wanted to spend more time at home with mommy, he looked at me with pure bewilderment and said “Why mommy? I wanna come back here.” Any guilt or feelings of inadequacy quickly vanished. He is thrilled and having a great time. And as my husband points out, I will have plenty of time to bond over the endless soccer practices and games that begin later this summer. Nothing like perspective to ease that Mommy Guilt.

Simply.. exhausted

Let me start by pointing out my adorable little girl in the picture. That was when she was only weeks old.. and now she is 16 months old! Where does the time go? Anyway, on to my point. I have writer’s guilt going on here. Not writer’s block- no, no, I have plenty of ideas. It’s writer’s guilt that is plaguing me at the moment. Am I the only one who has approximately ten half-finished posts waiting for their witty completion in LiveWriter? I have posts ready about my momfails, about the various states we have lived in, how my smartphone makes me dumb, and about maintaining a happy marriage just waiting to dazzle you. But quite frankly, sometimes life is just exhausting!

We have had a crazy few weeks. We traveled to Pennsylvania to watch my sister graduate from college and then we came back to my son’s end-of-year activities. Last week he had his preschool performance in which we confirmed he will most likely not enjoy a future in show business (sorry Broadway). This week has consisted of running around getting together Father’s Day gifts for the grandfathers and working on gifts for Daddy with the kids. Have you ever noticed how, as a mom, each holiday includes the requirement to purchase about ten times the gifts as you used to? Way back in the day, Father’s Day meant I bough my dad a gift and a card (usually a gift card, incidentally). Now, however, I need to get a gift to my dad and my husband’s dad, both cleverly including the kids in some way (can we say framed pictures of the adorable grandchildren people??). Everything has to be purchased, created, wrapped, and shipped in time for them to receive it.

Now, this time frame varies depending on what state we happen to be in, but this all combines with creating the perfect Father’s Day gifts from my children to my husband (on top of finding the right gift from me) and the end of year festivities of preschool. Not one to resist creating a tasty treat for preschoolers who would probably enjoy a bag of candy as much as my labor-intensive creations (remember the bunny pops?), I set out to create a summer-themed snack. It should also be noted I forever seem to be the last one to see the sheet. Napkins must be signed up for at approximately 6 am, and there is also the matter of the mom who signs up for the cookies every time—and buys them at the store. Now, I am not against store-bought treats, but do you know how many cookie cutters I have?? Come on lady, cut me some slack!

Sigh. I digress. Anyway, despite my limited craft abilities, I figure that I might as well make the effort. They’re only little once, and since I am a stay at home mom, I figure I might as well be “that mom” who creates completely adorable, if useless, snacks for the preschool parties. So, after spending the evening wrapping up tea-themed mugs for the teachers and finishing off the beach-themed cupcakes my son quickly ran out of patience in helping with, my brilliance is limited. I also suffer from a touch of perfectionism- I have such clear ideas on how I want to finish some of my posts so I refuse to allow myself to hit publish until I do. Except.. this leads me back to where we started, in which I am exhausted and run down from too much frenzy and left with ten unfinished drafts in Live Writer.

So, for now, my friends, I leave you the promise of dazzling summer posts delving into my deepest thoughts, and some posts about our recent mini-trips and family adventures. And, a photo of our cupcakes:

How do you keep your creativity when life exhausts you? (And is there anyone who gets to nap like that above?) How do you maintain that time for your writing when life is hectic?

Sick Day

We’re having a sick day here today. No, not me (at least not yet) but my four year old son. He is throwing up and running a fever, while my fifteen month old is a teething mess, wanting to play with her big brother! So for today, I’m calling in a sick day and would love to hear some advice from everyone!

What are your tips and tricks for when your little ones don’t feel well? What have you found works best? Please, share your thoughts & ideas in my comments today- I could use all the help I can get ;)

Sending healthy vibes to everyone!

Top 3 Thursday: One for the Ages

Get ready for tomorrow and the Ultimate Blog Party!! I will have an exciting announcement and a giveaway opportunity!

Be sure to go visit Elizabeth at Confessions From A Working Mom to link up your Top 3 Thursday this week!

What are your Top 3 favorite ages? (Or, your Top 3 favorite ages for your kids?)

I’m going with my Top 3 favorite ages for my kids so far!

3. Newborn Okay, the lack of sleep is not my favorite (though I did have it pretty easy with my son, my daughter more than made up for it!). But there is no feeling in the world like snuggling your new baby, feeling the weight of them as they snuggle into a deep sleep while laying on your chest. The act of opening their eyes and looking at the world around them is so significant it takes all of their energy. Knowing that you created this amazing little life and the endless possibilities that await this little person is an awe-inspiring feeling that is like no other.

2. Age Four. My son is about 4 1/2 right now, and it is such an amazing age. He is thoughtful, helpful, and a little crazy! He has so much energy and excitement about life. He wants to know about everything and retains information like a sponge. It is great to see his little boy personality rising out of toddlerhood and watch him become a little man. It’s amazing to watch how thoughtful he is, how he protects his little sister (even while taking toys from her!) and asks if we need anything when we are all sitting around. This sweet little boy makes me so proud and I love the little person he is becoming.

1. The teen months. I love the time between 1-2 years old. This is when I got baby fever so intense with my son that we stopped birth control immediately and spent the next two years trying for our daughter. They are these amazingly adorable little people at this age, perfecting walking and learning words for the first time. They become explorers, little adventurers learning about the world around them. Everything is new and exciting and when they do things for the first time, it is hard to say whether it is them or you who enjoy it more. I love everything about this age, and as they learn they still look to you for love and excitement. It is pure bliss, and the age my daughter is in right now. Hopefully this time the baby fever stays away..

Leave me a comment below and tell me what your favorite ages have been- for you or your kids!

Leaving the cliques behind

Do you remember your high school days? The days you spent trying to figure out where you fit in while you were still trying to determine who you are? Everyone around you seemed to have their clique figured out, knew what group they belonged to, and who their friends were.. or so it seemed. Whether people were confident in their choices or just following along, everyone had their place. I can tell you, this is not something I miss about high school. When I first attended college, I was relieved to find that though there were certainly groups and circles of friends, the drama behind these cliques seemed to be a distant memory.

And then I became a mother.

There is nothing quite like being a mom. You can be the person with the most stunning of careers or the mom in sweats at 5 pm because the baby just will not nap. You can be the mom with the glamorous wardrobe and the newest hairstyle or the mom whose split ends are a mile long with roots desperate for attention (ahem). The one common thread among all moms is the fierce love a mom has for her children, and the overwhelming desire to do what is best for her children.

Sounds simple enough, right? Well, it should be. However, in being a mom, there is always someone judging you. It is not your husband or the father of your children; it is not your family, adding their two cents in; it is not even your mother-in-law, who thinks she knows best. No, these sources of discontent and judgment can be dismissed, ignored, or placated. The group that judges you and elicits that sense of wanting to belong that is so reminiscent of high school is that group of other moms.

Everyone has their views of parenting, their views of what is right and wrong. Sharing opinions and ideas should be what makes us better, stronger moms. Instead, you too often find women tearing each other down. Have you ever visited online parenting forums? I have browsed many over the past few years and sometimes I come across one that just amazes me. They are a breeding ground for vicious attacks and insulting nuances. There is nothing like making a parenting choice and then reading about how “wrong” other moms think it is to make that choice. Or to read the tone of those whose methods have worked for them, so they have now decided that it is the solution for everyone who experiences a similar problem. How about visiting a playgroup? There’s a way to shrink your self-esteem in 20 minutes or less. You quickly begin to edit what you share about yourself and your choices and consider each word wisely. After all,you just witnessed the lecture a nursing mom gave to a mom who said she formula-fed and looked to you for confirmation, as you nurse your baby and watch your formula fed toddler roam the playground.You grow wary of disclosing your plans for the day to the mother of four who did everything right with her first child, was always involved in something, so she criticizes the choices you  make, whether out of necessity or otherwise.

Why, as moms, do we feel the need to tear each other down? It is hard to grasp why there is so much criticism, yet so little support for the decisions moms make. Why does someone have to have the same perspective as you do in order to be “right”? If you have more than one child, the same things don’t necessarily work for one as another in every aspect. Perhaps one child was an easy sleeper while the other needed sleep training. Maybe one kid was clingy and needed extra snuggles and holding, while the other wanted to exert his independence. Each child has different needs and challenges, and each parent needs to make determinations on how to address them in his or her own way.

Now, this is not to say that this is always true in every situation. I have met, made, and kept some amazing friends over the years, whether we share the exact same parenting philosophies or not, and have found some very supportive online forums. But it seems that as soon as you get a group together, virtually or in person, the battles begin. Of course you think your way is right; why would you do it if you did not? However, what we need to keep in mind is that what is right for one person is not necessarily right for another. Instead of judging and criticizing people’s parenting choices, let’s support them and hear why it works for them. You never know, that one parenting clique you dislike so much might have the key to your child sleeping through the night. Or that silly group over there could help you find what is causing the lack of eating in your little one. Let’s stop tearing each other down and focus on what brings us together: being a mom and loving our children.

Let’s leave the high school days to them.

Motivation and Taking a Break

Where do you find the motivation on the days you are just plain exhausted? You know those days. You were up all night with a teething baby, your preschooler had nightmares, the neighbor’s dog was barking… whatever woke you up, you just could not get back to sleep. Then, you finally slip into a deep, blissful sleep.. only to awake five minutes later. Okay, maybe not five minutes, but it sure feels like it.

And then.. the day begins. Errands to run, clothes to wash, dishes to clean. It seems like every chore and task that needs to be done has waited to descend on you on this day, this day that follows no sleep. The kids are cranky, naptime seems forever away, and you just want to lose your mind. The word ‘motivation’ seems so far off that it is lightyears away. Motivation? In this house? Not a chance.

I have found a unique approach to this problem. I have a relatively constant course of activities in a week, all which center greatly around my one year old daughter’s naptime. If she misses that nap, there is no peace in this house. But throughout the week, I have laundry days, appointment days, my son has two days of preschool, and we usually have a shopping day. I try to find some activities to do with the kids, which is a little more difficult with the colder weather, as park time is something we really enjoy. By the end of the week, we are all exhausted. So what is missing in all of this? What happens on those days when motivation is gone?

Nothing. That’s right, I said nothing. As a mother, of course this is never completely possible. There are still diapers to change, meals to make, and spills to clean. But, for the general scheme of things, the cure to days like this, when possible, is to do as little as possible.

Now, I realize a lot of you are shaking your head at me, thinking what kind of mother is she?? What does she mean ‘do nothing’? There are clothes to be washed, errands to be run, things to do!! Yes, there are always a hundred and one things overflowing our to-do lists. This is how we miss the fun and the ability to do nothing. Burn out is something often discussed in regards to careers; however, it is so often overlooked concerning stay at home moms. How could we possibly be burned out from staying home all day? (ahem. No comment.) But, it happens. We get tired. We do not feel like being Betty Crocker, or Martha Stewart, or a Stepford mom. No, we just want to do nothing.

I have learned to embrace this. On these days (and believe me, they are few and far between), I feed the kids breakfast and they enjoy their morning play time. Then, I throw down blankets in the living room, prepare some snacks, and snuggle with my kids. We watch a movie, play with some toys, maybe set up some tracks for my son’s cars, ‘feed’ my daughter’s baby dolls. I make an easy lunch- maybe some easy mac and apple slices, or some turkey sandwiches with carrot sticks and celery with peanut butter. The key here is easy. We may have a picnic lunch together or eat at the table; either way we just hang out eating lunch, no rushing to get our the door or anxious to clean up. My daughter goes down for a nap, then my son and I have some time together. Again, my motivation is lacking on this day, so we keep it to play doh or coloring books. Nothing fancy. He goes down for a nap.

Then, I have some much need quiet time. I probably will straighten up a little, but then I take some time for me. I may browse some blogs, flip through a magazine, or watch the news. It doesn’t matter what I do- the point is that it is minimal in stress. I am about five weeks from completing my degree that I have been working hard on for a few years, and I am constantly doing work in my free time. So on those days when I am at the end of my rope, my motivation is gone, and I just need a break- I have learned to take it.

What do you do when you lack motivation? How do you give yourself a break? Share with me!

I was wrong, I’m sorry: The importance of apologizing to your kids

I was wrong; I’m sorry.

How often do you say this to your kids? I am willing to bet not very often. As people, we do not like to be wrong; as moms, we like to think we are never wrong. However, sometimes we are, and the way we handle these situations can impact our children more than we realize.

I know that I am far from perfect. But, in every parenting decision I make, I have my child’s best interest at heart. I know this is true of all mothers, as we want what is best for our child and we will do what we think is right to achieve it. Do you ever experience a moment where you think, what I do right now will affect the person my child becomes? I know I do- just not necessarily at the moments I should. Last week, my four year old and I were having another heated discussion. Moms out there, I know you understand this age- testing limits, pushing boundaries, declaring independence. All traits we can be proud of when they are older, but which present unique parenting challenges today. The exchange went something like this:

Me: You need to do this so we can be ready to go.
Son: No. I am NOT doing that. I don’t want to.
Me: Yes, you are. We need to hurry up and go.
Son: NO.
Me (raised voice): Let’s go right now!
Son: NO, I DON’T WANT
Me: I don’t care what you want we have to go!

My son was quiet for a moment as we stared each other down. He then looks down quietly and said “Mommy, that was not very nice. Yelling is not a good thing to do at people”.

Ouch. Talk about a smack to the heart. But you know, he was absolutely right. Of course, there are going to be times when we are pushed to our limits and act out of turn. There will be moments when our children are about to do something, like grab at the stove or run towards the street, where nothing short of a shout will do. But, in a conversation where I am the parent, where I am responsible for shaping the way my child communicates, yelling in frustration is the opposite of what I want to do. Do I really want to teach my child that it is okay to yell at someone because you are frustrated with them? Do I want him to think that because a situation is not going the way he wants it, yelling is the way to solve it?

I took a deep breath, knelt down to my son’s height and said “I was wrong. I’m sorry”. I held out my arms to him and told him that I was sorry I yelled, it was not the right thing to do. I explained that sometimes grownups are wrong too, and we do not always act the way that we should. But even still, he was right and mommy was wrong.

Sometimes, I am amazed at being a mom. I have two children, four and one, and it is an adventure every day. I love my children with all my heart and sometimes become nearly overwhelmed with the responsibility I hold of helping to shape them into the people they will become. Other times, I am so busy keeping up with every day life, I forget that the things that I do today will affect them tomorrow. And that is what being a mom is all about.

What moments have you found yourself in like this? Share with me, I’d love to hear about your parenting moments!