I so wish I could come here and actually say that I have this mom thing figured out by now – but I really don’t. It seems that each age or passing of a year brings its own set of struggles.
I like to consider myself a pretty laid back parent that’s just a tiny bit impatient sometimes. I don’t care if the kid wants chicken and sauce for every dinner for the week – at least he knows what he wants, and of course, this is short-lived. Eventually we will all be eating together and the same thing, but for now, I will let the kid eat his nuggets.
In a way, it’s a little bit easier. He can tell us when he’s hungry or when he’s thirsty. He can tell us why he’s upset or that he’s not feeling well. He actually will put up his own laundry, after he grabs it out of the dryer! He is at a super independent stage where he must do everything himself – and boy, can that test my patience. Did you know that it could take up to ten minutes to make sure to get every piece of clothing out of the dryer? Me either.
I try not to rush him – whether he’s putting on his pajamas or shoes, getting clothes out of the dryer or brushing his teeth. But, I am impatient and will tell him to hurry. I see him get so frustrated at not being able to complete a task, and he gets so angry at himself. I hate seeing that – mainly because I know he gets it from me. So I don’t know how to teach him to be patient and to just take a step back for a minute – that the answer or solution will eventually come. It’s hard to parent through that, because I want to just do it for him to take away his frustration, but I’m always like “back off, Laura, let him do it.”
He is honestly not a hard kid most of the time. He calls me his best friend, he loves baking with me, and following me around. Mama is always his go-to – he almost always calls for me first (which can get annoying AF sometimes), but I usually do get the snuggles when I want them, too. He knows how to work me for sure.
I mom the best way I know how – I give him all the love. I set boundaries. I teach him how to rely on himself. I give him the independence to make (some) decisions on his own – I mean, he is four after all – if it were up to him, he’d eat M&Ms for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Being a mom is still super hard, but honestly his little smile and giant throw-you-down hugs make it pretty great.