Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The Way is Paved With . . .

Why is it when I start my day with good intentions, they all fall to rot? As I was falling asleep last night I was determined to actually get up when my alarm went off so that I could get going on my day. I did get up when my alarm went off, but mostly because I was telling my son to go back to sleep. I decided to take my shower anyway, even though I knew my son would be complaining by the time I got out, which he was. I couldn't even get dressed without having to go in and tell him to lay down for a few more minutes. By 6:30, I had him downstairs feeding him.
Things have gone wrong all day long. I've been trying to get presents together to mail to my in-laws. I had to wrap my MIL's gifts so that she wouldn't see them. Try wrapping with a toddler wreaking havoc on the trimmings. I had one box almost wrapped and the paper tore. AAARRRGGG!!! I just slapped some more tape on the rip and finished wrapping.
Now I have a headache, my mouth hurts because of a zit that is making an appearance on my lip line, and I still haven't left the house. I have to also get ready to go out into the snow and cold. At least it's not as windy today as it was yesterday.
I did just now take the time to spend time with the Lord. But I still don't understand why my son has to wake up before I do on days when I really want him to sleep. He woke up at 7:30 on Saturday and I had to wake him up to get ready for church on Sunday. Today would have been the perfect day for him to sleep because I was planning on showering and then doing my devos before he was awake at 6:30. Not a chance.
So, Lord, I'm hoping that I can remedy this day. I've been annoyed with my son a lot and yelled at him too much. I've been too busy and annoyed to pay attention to him. Even now he is whining . . . again. I've got to go to the store today. Help me to remain calm and patient with him - and our cat. You wouldn't think a cat could be so bothersome, but she's been whining all day too!!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Exhaustion & Discipline

I am exhausted. Emotionally and spiritually exhausted. 



Today was a very trying day with my 20 month old son. I spent an hour trying to get him to obey. He spent an hour crying.

Tonight I went to a study on how to be a Godly mother (yeah, I needed that!). The study itself was very good, but it was afterwards that I got what I really needed. In speaking with one of the older ladies, I discovered that I probably went about this morning's incident the wrong way, which I already knew (by the way, it wasn't just this morning - it has been the past week). I thought that I was teaching my son obedience, which I am trying to do, but more importantly, at 20 months, I am teaching him discipline.

So, next time, will be different. I am not going to waste my emotions, or his, on a long drawn out teaching process. I will help him do what I've asked him to do, and be done with it. If he needs to be disciplined for disobedience, he will be, but it will be immediate and then it will be over.

I'm through being emotionally drained after a long "fight" with my son. I've realized that I was making more of the problem than was really there. Deal with the disobedience, physically help him obey, and move on.

Also see:
Fruit of my Labors

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Fruit of my Labors

My son is 19 months old, and I am going crazy. I’m sure every new mom feels like this.
 
It was so much easier when he was just crying all the time and I felt like I would die from lack of sleep. Seems funny to say that now. At the time, I thought things couldn’t get worse. But I now know that there are worse things than a major lack of sleep. Such as a toddler who has a mind of his own.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I LOVE being a mom. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. But right now I am not in the reward season – I’m told that comes later in life. I do get some rewards: the hugs I get every morning, the big giggles, the snuggles after his nap, the toothy grin when I read his books. I love that.
Sometimes I would like to see a little fruit from my discipline labors. That seems like it is a long time in coming. Discipline is a constant issue. And it is one that I cannot back down on. I have to win every fight. Sometime I would like to forfeit the fight, to give in. But I know that will make things harder in the long run for me.
This stick-to-it-ivness is not easy. The constant diligence. The consistency. The never wavering, even when all I want to do is give him what he wants, because that would be easier than listening to the crying and whining.
But I can’t. Because you don’t always get what you want in life. It is a lesson we all must learn at some point. Better now than later.
I must learn discipline in my own life. I need to do the laundry when I don’t want to. I need to not eat that yummy lemon bar that has been sitting on my kitchen counter for 4 days (but if my husband doesn’t eat it soon, I will!). I need to get up at 6:00 a.m. and get ready for my day, and not wait until my son wakes up first. In getting ready for my day, I need to spend quality time with God, because that is what is important.
Discipline is the opposite of laziness. I could be lazy and not discipline my son, but what kind of wild child would I have then? Probably one that no one wants to be around (and I’ve been around those). So, I need to stick to my discipline, of my son and of myself. It is hard, yes, but it needs to be done.

See also:
Exhaustion and Discipline