Where are those magical powers of momness when you need ’em?

6 May

Some of you may remember this conversation I had with DynaGirl last week.  I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately and wishing that I did have that kind of power to make all the hurt and sucky stuff go away.

Mr. T had a rough night last night—just seemed a little out of sorts—and when I went to tuck him in I saw that he was really upset.  He’s not the easiest kid to talk to.  You kind of have to wheedle things out of him.  But the gist of the conversation was that he felt like he had no friends and the kids that were supposed to be his friends were now picking on him.

He has his emotional times and he’s at that stage of life where he’s getting ready to fall into the abyss of puberty and adolescence, so I’m not sure how much of this is real and how much is the sucks-to-be-me middle school blues.  Either way, he’s unhappy and I don’t know that I can do anything about it.

DynaGirl came running in our room at 2 am this morning completely beside herself over a nightmare she’d had.  She said her class was performing the play they’ve been working on when someone came in the classroom with a gun and shot everyone.  What really gets to me is that I don’t even know that this could be considered an irrational fear anymore—this actually happens.

Goose didn’t want to go to school this morning.  She’s not much of a morning person anyway, but this morning she was just kind of sad.  It seems her BFF hasn’t wanted to be her recess buddy lately, and she misses Michael—her first kindergarten crush that moved away a couple months ago.  I’m fairly certain she’ll come home happy today with a new crush du jour and beaming with stories of her recess antics with the BFF, but I’m just as certain she has many more of these sad moments ahead, too.

On a lighter note, BigHugs has found her voice.  We’ve been calling her our “mellow” child and thought we had breezed through this terrible twos stage, but as an older grandmotherly friend told me yesterday, she’s on to the thundering threes.  She wants things.  And she wants them now.  She can go from 0 to pissed off in 0.62 seconds.  Folks, I feel a storm a comin’.

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3 Responses to “Where are those magical powers of momness when you need ’em?”

  1. cheryl May 6, 2008 at 10:58 am #

    Man. Sometimes being a parent is really, really hard. I can see why people say “You’ll wish for those days when your kids are really young” because while they are young, the biggest challenges are just keeping them clean and teaching them how to read. Sure, it’s time consuming, but at least then we could calm their fears, fix ouchies with kisses, and know they are safe in our homes.

    You’re making me scared, bythelbs, for this future of helplessness I have to face one day! My only comfort (besides the Holy Ghost, prayer, the Gospel, the Temple, etc.) is that you do such a good job at it. Gives me hope, you know.

    P.S. I hate the Three’s. Two’s, Schmooze!

  2. Susan M May 6, 2008 at 7:46 pm #

    My kids are teenagers, and I keep waiting for them to hit the stage where they realize what horrible parents we are and hate us. Hasn’t happened. I mean, I’m sure they’re aware we’re not the best parents in the world, but they haven’t started complaining about it or rebelling at all. Sometimes I get nervous thinking it means when they’re on their own they’re going to finally start rebelling. And sometimes I think what if they are already and I just don’t know it? But then my kids will do something that makes me realize, no, they just couldn’t get away with anything. (Like come home and tell me they just broke into an abandoned building.) (My kids are so bad about hiding anything its ridiculous.)

    Sorry just went off on a bit of a tangent there.

  3. bythelbs May 6, 2008 at 9:02 pm #

    Cheryl—There are days when I long for them to grow up a little faster, and days when I wish they would just stop so I could enjoy this time a little more. This adolescence thing frightens me, mostly because I know how hard it is and how miserable it can be.

    Susan—I imagine you’re pretty cool parents. If they don’t feel the need to rebel, you must be doing something right. My kids aren’t good at hiding anything either—it drives them crazy that mom always has a way of knowing things plus they have an overdeveloped sense of guilt.

    Tangent away anytime!

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