Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Boy
I had a really bad day on Tuesday. It think I get the award for worst Mother of the year. I think I will choose to blame hormones. =)
Natalia is obsessed with a fat orange cat in our neighborhood. His name is George. He loves Talia for the first few pets and squeals, but that becomes old very quickly and he "growls"(her words) at her. She still calls him every time we go outside, and he always comes. Then she says "George is nice at me again!" She is trilled, and skips around him while he rolls happily on the ground. Sounds sweet, doesn't it. Well, it is, until I TRY to get her to come inside or get in the car. It is a nightmare. She screams and kicks. What a wonderful world it would be if we could just sit and pet George all day. After chasing her around the yard, I finally got her inside..and I spanked her bum, and yelled at her. Not usually my first choice, but I can say I had lost control. I am so sad about it now.
Then Wyatt came home, and we had a nice normal day. I had a follow-up shoot for the session that got "thundered" out. It was a good session,no, a great session. The kids were actually happy to come and do the shoot again. What a complement! A seven yr old boy didn't dread getting his pictures taken again. (Patting myself on the back.) Lincoln had to go out to dinner with some people from work, and he needed me home by 7:00. I didn't want to leave, seriously, I was getting some GREAT stuff. I regrettably ended the session, only to get in the car and realize I was already late! Time flies. I hate speeding, I never do it. I sped home. Only to arrive to a very irritated husband , he waved to me in the driveway before walking to his car. I later found out I misinterpreted this wave. I thought he was giving me the "you loser, you don't care wave" but it was really the "I love you, and fifteen minutes is not more important than my sweetie wave." "quote"
I gave the kids a snack, a bath, and a story. Then Wyatt prayed for us. Natalia climbed on and off the bed 6 times during the prayer, and Wyatt was being silly. After he finished I spanked his bum, and said "We do not pray like that in this house!" Sent him to bed, and put Talia in hers. I was so mad, and he was so sad. I sat and talked with him for a long time. He really didn't understand what deserved a spank. Did he really think the refrigerator needed blessing today? I did notice that he said "Bless Mom, Bless Dad," which is his "robot statement" in prayers about six times...but now think that may have been on purpose because I needed it. =) I got him settled down, we apologized to each other, and forgave each other. Then I started crying. I buried my head in his bright blue pillow. Then my sweetest boy said "Mom, look at me, look at me," and picked up my chin. "Everything is okay. You can have a better day tomorrow." His eyes filled with tears and he hugged me tight, and I sobbed. Not because I was sad, because I felt so lucky to have him in that moment.
The picture at the top is him picking a flower. Then he found out it had thorns. I thought it was a fitting image.
posted by Jeri at 10:38 AM
11 Comments:
Oh my goodness what a day you had! And how sweet of Wyatt to tell you that you can have a 'better day tomorrow'. Thanks for sharing that precious moment with us (and I do hope that the next day was better)
*hugs*
Days like that are just so hard and everyone has them... You are such a good mommy and I love what Wyatt said!! He is a sweet sweet boy!
What an unbelievably tender-hearted little boy. And smart as a whip! This made me tear.
I'm glad you survived your crazy day. Here's a hug...
You don't know how much I need to hear other mothers go through this too. I hate those nights and mornings when I lose it with the yelling and the guilt that follows. I always say I'll do better tomorrow - sometimes I do. sometimes it's worse. We're so blessed that our children are so forgiving to their imperfect mothers.
Oh, I know those days. Honestly, though, you seem to have handled it so well. It's good for our kids to see that it can be hard for us too and that we also make mistakes. I wish I were better at apologizing when I've been upset with the kids and acted out of anger.
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I really hate days like this... and yes, blame the hormones... I always wish on days where hormones rage that I could crawl in a dark hole and be alone. I am so sorry that you couldn't do that..... I can't wait to see the immages from your session
Oh Jeri. There are days that once my children are all in bed and I remember that I love them, that my heart feels like it's breaking because of how horrible and crabby I'd been all day. I feel for you and you really are doing a GREAT job - how else would Wyatt know how to mend your heart like that?
Jeri! This is a late comment, but thanks for sharing this day. I hope that you felt better in the morning. Thank goodness for sweet little tender-hearted children.
Oh, what a sweet story! My boys are very silly in their prayers. Man. We just give them stern looks, because I just don't know what to do about it. Or sometimes we just get up and leave during the prayer and say, "that's not reverent Jeffy." But really, sometimes, it's the LAST STRAW for the day! I love it when they make up to you though.
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