I always dreamed of having a farm when I was little. My best days were spent at the farms of friends or cousins, leaping around in the hayloft or petting calves. So when I see my little farmer taking such delight in the daily tasks of feeding and watering, collecting eggs, dragging an empty water bucket behind her...my heart just marvels at the realisation of my childhood dream. I experience a child's joy through her eyes.
The worst moment? Ummm...Jude saying, as I got out of the tub, "Look at your big fat bum, mom!" Haha.
No, the worst moments are the most human moments. There are a few. Telling the kids to SHUT. UP. all my attempts at peace-making, mediating, and refereeing having failed. When they're in the mood to scrap, they're completely irrational. And then, I'm completely irrational. Yelling at your kids is not effective parenting. But boy, it shocks them enough to stop them from fighting, even if it's just for a moment. And it sure releases some pent up stress, which is probably why they do it too. Tomorrow I'll try to be more patient. I'll be a better role model. But this past week: I shouted. Lots.
Each week I'll try to share my best and worst, partly because it feels good to get it off my chest (as a step towards forgiving myself for not being Supermom), and partly because I want give an honest representation. You KNOW it's not all crafts and gardening and clotheslines here. But sometimes it's easy to imagine that what you see on a blog is the whole truth, and not just a wee little, wonderful, snippet of my day.
So...go ahead and own the best AND worst parts of your day. It's all about balance, isn't it?