As wonderful as it was being away, it’s so wonderful being home. Cliched as this will sound, but you have changed – you have a few more words under your belt, and you’re chattier and “older”. I guess for a mom, five days away equate to hours of longing from this side, and time developing on your side.
This morning you went to school with your truck pyjama top on, complete with a chocolate ice cream mark from dessert last night. And that was easier than arguing with you. And as I took you to school with your fleece truck top, I realised how many “rules” I break, how many times it’s easier to let things go for when I have no answers about why they should be done in the first place.
And that’s how I parent now, and I don’t know if it’s right or wrong, but it’s working for now. So this is how it works: you want an ice cream for breakfast, after your banana? Well, why not? I can’t think of a good enough reason to say no, to have a toddler tantrum on my hands, and to upset you. And let’s face it, that ice cream is probably healthier than the sugar-laden cereal you shun. The same with dressing you in the mornings. Does it matter that you go to school in pjs? Does it mean you won’t have fun, that your friends won’t play with you, or that you’ll get ill? No. Will it impede your development if you go to sleep clutching the iPad, past “normal” bedtime? Until the experts say otherwise, I’m sticking to that routine.
And lest the moms who judge me so vehemently (they are out there) freak out, there are some non-negotiables that have a clear answer. These include issues around safety (being strapped in a seat for example), manners (saying please and thank you), and being mindful of people’s feelings and possessions.
That’s how we roll Max. I try, we see. I stumble, I get up.
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