You try to make everything in their little world perfect. Â Before they even arrive, you’ve spent months planning out and creating that nursery. Â Once they get here, you promise you will be kind, gentle, and unlike your own mother, NEVER raise your voice at them. Â That was all fine and dandy, until they hit toddler-hood.
The average toddler is a force to be reckoned with. Â Being a child-free couple for almost 13 years, I remember well, looking at all the “bad” parents out there. Â The ones who let their kids scream up and down the aisles of the grocery store, the ones whose kids drew on their walls, the ones who just would “lose it”. Â I knew that if I ever was given the blessing of becoming a parent, that I would NEVER do any of these things. Â My child would be well-disciplined, a delight to all around, and I would have no trouble being patient!
Weeeeellllll, that all went out the window somewhere around the time Poppet started to crawl. Â I still had a social baby, but she was on the move, and into EVERYTHING!!!! Â The patience started to wear a little thin. Â Then it happened. Â I was shopping in Costco one day, and she saw a food sample stand. Â That’s when all calm and peace disappeared, and I suddenly became that parent who needed to fill the empty fridge at home with groceries, and was now pushing my shrieking child up and down every aisle. Â I could feel the eyes of other shoppers boring through me, “the bad parent”. Â Granted, none of them likely had children of their own (or just live in denial of what their kids were actually like – the little angels).
If there is one thing my child has taught me, it is that I am not going to be the perfect parent. Â Sure, I forgot to put a diaper on her after a changed her the other day, and found wet spots down the hall – oops. Â And, yes, I even have a child that I get frustrated with on occasion. Â But when I take a step back, and realize the blessing this child is, when I realize the complete individual she is in her own right, I am amazed at how much being the perfect parent doesn’t matter. Â When they put their little arms around you and spontaneously kiss the tip of your nose, it’s like they’re saying, “You’re the best parent I could ever wish to have!” Â And you know what? Â You are.
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