Whether it's something minor as forgetting his or her pacifier or maybe it's something bigger like dropping your by kiddo on accident...hopefully the latter. But we've ALL had those moments.
And then we've had those moments where we are totally bad-ass, whether it's a little win or a big win, we've had'em and we do a little celebratory dance...er..at least I do.. o^_^o
Well here is my oops! And my big hurrah!
The Oops:
My kids have been playing this game with me for awhile: When they hear me unlocking the door, they quickly run to my bedroom and hide under the covers. Needless to say, I play along.
I don't like doing the same thing over and over again.
Some days, I come home and act panicked, "Oh no! Where is Jade and Melody!" I act distressed and look around for them under the bed and in the closet and eventually make my way to the bed.
Other days, I tip toe in and throw the covers off and roar, "I've got you!" and have a little tickle fest.
And sometimes, I come in, yawn out loud and say, "Oh! I am SOOO tired! I think I'm gonna take a nap!" And just lay on top of my kids until they wiggle and laugh their way out from under me.
But ONE time.... I played their little game too. For some reason, the lights weren't on except for the dining room which is very dim.
My dishwasher was set out with all the racks out as well.
"Perfect!" I thought.
I sat right down beside the dishwasher so that, looking straight ahead into the kitchen, you wouldn't be able to see me.
(Righttttt there...)
After a few minutes have gone by, I heard the kids talking to each other...
"Hey, where's Mom?"
"Mom? Where are you?"
"Where is she..."
I started make strange sounds and tap on the floor and cabinets to give them cues to where I might be.
They've glanced into the kitchen a few times but never spotted me.
Getting a cramp in my leg, I decided it's time for me to finish the game.
I gave really obvious clues like slamming the cabinets shut or stomping on the kitchen floor.
My 4 year old came running to the kitchen, only to see that, again, nobody was there.
As she was turning around, I jumped and yelled, "RAAAWWRRR!"
Poor thing jumped 10 feet in the air and started sobbing.
I was laughing hysterically because I'm not exaggerating, she jumped so high and the look on her face... priceless!
But I did feel bad... really, really bad >.<
I never hid again since then and I always go to the bedroom now doing any of my other variations to the game. 0:)
My Hurrah:
There came a time, when my husband's and my schedule was just too crazy. By the time I had to leave for school, he wouldn't be home on time and the kids would have been alone. If I had waited for him, I would have missed my class.
So, I had to bring my kids with me.
We went bed early the night before and woke up at 5:00 AM. It definitely didn't have to be that early but I am very slow in the morning...VERY SLOW..
And with getting two kids ready, I wanted to take my time and have a mellow morning. I also didn't want my kids to wake up to a frantic, crazy mother so early in the morning. We were going to have a very long day and I wanted them to feel as pleasant as possible.
So, I got them ready, got myself ready, prepared my backpack, prepared my kids' backpacks and we ate breakfast.
In short, the day that should have been very crazy, hectic, and stressful, was a win for me.
I had planned everything out:
- having colors and paper out when they got bored in my class
- multiple snacks, ready and on hand
- lunch prepped and ready to eat
- planning bathroom breaks for my then three year old Jade, carefully mapping out my next class and the nearest bathroom
- brought a few silent toys for them to play with quietly
- extra water for them to sip on
They did a lot of walking and were very big girls for me that day.
I wasn't late to a single class.
If my kids had been throwing tantrums or been disruptive in any way, I would have left immediately, but I never had to do so.
I definitely felt like a super mom that day and it's one of my favorite hurrah moments.
Makes me proud to have my kids because well, they're awesome.
I go to school up in Boulder and commute from Denver.
My kids were KNOCKED OUT on our way home and I knocked out once I got home :P
Some pictures from that day :)
What are some of your winning moments as a parent? What was your "oops" moment?
If you're not a parent, what moments are you looking forward to or what are you apprehensive about? Feel free to share! :D
We definitely learn as we go and sometimes, we learn from our mistakes and other times, we learn from our positive experience.
To Parenting! :)
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