After catching up on my blog reading, I was reminded of the several topics I wanted to write about myself. My Thursday night TV shows, my first week of cross country meets, C. scooching and squirming all around the floor, the houseguests we had this past week, and more.
However, with the wailing from the upstairs bedroom as my soundtrack for this post, I’m prompted to wave the white flag instead. How is it that one, so publicly serene child turns into a crazed scream-monster at home? What happens at daycare (a much busier place than home) that results in his 2-3 hour naps as opposed to his 30-minute teasers on the weekends? Can someone explain how a nose so small can contain so much snot?
These are the questions that run through my mind. This is the topic I’m chiming in on. In so many ways I want to be the mom who has it all together. Who approaches every situation with an innate loving grace and intuition. So far, those plans have been foiled too. It’s the moments like this that I doubt my ability and qualifications for this, my most important job.
There are so many ways to second-guess myself. By letting him cry will he grow up thinking that others may abandon him? However, if I continue to rescue him, rock him, snuggle him into slumber, aren’t I creating a monster who won’t learn how to fall asleep on his own?
So many questions….