Growing up, I've always been a tenderheart. When the CareBears came out, and there was one called Tenderheart, my mother and family decided I should be nicknamed "KareBear" (It goes with the name.. Karrie). I was not a cry baby, mind you.
Having a 32-month-old is very trying. I find when he does not listen (and it is often) I have to raise my voice (which I don't like to do). I remember when my father used to raise his voice to me. I'd start to cry. Well, my son is the same way now.
I'll find myself saying... "Riley, don't squirt the dog with your squirt gun... Riley... please don't squirt the dog... Riley... Riley Mommey, said please.... RILEY.... RIILLEEYY... OKAY, RILEY... MOMMY IS GOING TO COUNT TO 3... 1..2... Thank you, Buddy. She doesn't like be squirted with your squirt gun."
Most times, I don't get to 3, or 2 even. But its those times when I get to 3 and he still has not listened, that he's put in time-out. Boy do the tears fall!! It hurts me seeing him upset, but how else is he going to learn?
The other day, my husband and I were watching "The Bucket List" and our son was playing with his dinkies and race tracks. He asked me to play cars with him, so I did. He got up on the love seat with me and he wanted to have a race along the back of the seat. Well, a sad part came on the movie and of course, I started to cry.
My son, the tenderheart, wiped my tears and said "Mom?". He wanted to make sure I was okay. My husband and I both said "aww" and I gave him bear hugs and a thousand kisses.
Its moments like that that make me want to cry myself. Its moments like that that make me not want to be a working mother, but unfortunately, that is how it has to be. Its moments like that that I just want to squeeze him and kiss his little face off. ☺
Having a 32-month-old is very trying. I find when he does not listen (and it is often) I have to raise my voice (which I don't like to do). I remember when my father used to raise his voice to me. I'd start to cry. Well, my son is the same way now.
I'll find myself saying... "Riley, don't squirt the dog with your squirt gun... Riley... please don't squirt the dog... Riley... Riley Mommey, said please.... RILEY.... RIILLEEYY... OKAY, RILEY... MOMMY IS GOING TO COUNT TO 3... 1..2... Thank you, Buddy. She doesn't like be squirted with your squirt gun."
Most times, I don't get to 3, or 2 even. But its those times when I get to 3 and he still has not listened, that he's put in time-out. Boy do the tears fall!! It hurts me seeing him upset, but how else is he going to learn?
The other day, my husband and I were watching "The Bucket List" and our son was playing with his dinkies and race tracks. He asked me to play cars with him, so I did. He got up on the love seat with me and he wanted to have a race along the back of the seat. Well, a sad part came on the movie and of course, I started to cry.
My son, the tenderheart, wiped my tears and said "Mom?". He wanted to make sure I was okay. My husband and I both said "aww" and I gave him bear hugs and a thousand kisses.
Its moments like that that make me want to cry myself. Its moments like that that make me not want to be a working mother, but unfortunately, that is how it has to be. Its moments like that that I just want to squeeze him and kiss his little face off. ☺
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