I seriously dislike how movies and television shows depict families from the past with well behaved children. All of these kids minded their Ma and Pa. There were no temper tantrums. It's hard to believe that. But it's planted that seed. That seed that I'm doing something wrong, when really I'm pretty sure everything that's happening is just normal. Adeline is going through a phase of sorts. Case in point: yesterday we walked along Ship Creek in downtown and watched the fisherpeople. She did alright until she wanted the 'interesting sticks' that someone had set up along the bank to hold fishing poles. At this point in the river the bank had a steep drop off into the water. Adi ventured too close for comfort several times, even after talking / telling her not to. Finally moved her away from the edge only for her to have a freak out much to the disappointment of the quiet fisherpeople. Then she decided that her 'interesting sticks' should be wielded as a weapon and swatted me during her fit. Oh no. I'm utterly flabbergasted at the behavior of my child. I'm embarrassed. I'm disappointed. And I'm frustrated. Not just with Adeline but also with myself. I know that I shouldn't be upset at me. But like I said earlier, I've had that seed of doubt sown so far deep inside of my psyche that if my child misbehaves its completely my fault. Not the fact that she's tired, and 3 years old, and bored, or whatever normal thing is going on.
I've been taking part in a Soul Detox. Working on getting rid of these 'toxic thoughts'. But boy is it tough. Some have rooted so deep.
I am a good mother
I am raising my children right
My children's phases are normal for their continual growth and development
I am strong
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