“Oh hey my name is Tahnee and remember when I said I still am transferring over old posts?” Well here is an oldie but still makes me laugh each time remembering!
So when you have kids you make the “expectations of how they will act in public, eat (without complaining “it’s yucky”) and dress (because they would never choose to wear cowboy boots, last years halloween skirt, a long sleeve sweater and three headbands- they will simply know better..)
So we decided to venture out to the Houston Zoo. It was so fun! Until nap time rolled in….It was by that point we became THOSE parents…
Let me begin by saying, I have GREAT kids. I am serious, most days (not always) I have the type of kids where one asks to go take a nap, tells me when she pooped, folds her arms during family prayer, and the other only cries when he wants food. They are happy babies. They definitely have their moments and we are finding out that “terrible twos” really are TERRIBLE.
But it was on this day we found ourselves getting tired because of the heat(oh my word the heat..It is not even that bad yet and I find my clothes sticking to me!), crowds, and whiny babies.
They were beginning to cry. Not the cry where it is manageable but the kind where you just want to crawl into a dark hole and cry also. At first it was not too bad. I mean we had great distractions. “Look a big elephant, wave to the elephant! Why is this not entertaining you!? It is an elephant!” So this lasts about 1 minute per animal.
Walking to find each animal was no picnic either. The sweat is beginning to drip down my arms. I forgot what it was like to sweat living in Idaho.
“Why did I wear jeans!?
Now the crying resembles more of shrieking. We have a runner! My Tiny Lady escapes and we have to chase her. We catch her and begin to place her in the stroller. She slides, rolls, kicks, screams, slaps and begins saying , “Please no please no mama mama dad!” Great now we look like we are not her parents.
The scene gets better, louder and more tiring. We decide it is time to leave after a long day of “fun”. As we walk as fast as we can (without looking like we are trying to steal a child) we begin passing people who also have kids.
I begin to notice each facial expression they are exchanging with us: tilted heads, slightly raised eyebrows, and a weak half smile, as if they were saying “your kids are tired, take them home so we can enjoy our zoo time” and “they have their hands full for sure, I’m glad my kids are behaving.”
That is when I turned to my husband and said, “We have become the parents we look at and think how nice it is that our kids are so easy.”
As we make it to the car exhausted from the thirty minute walk to get there with the shrieks coming from each child., I thought of a quote, “Everyday is a new beginning, take a breath and start again.”
As we made it home, tucked them into bed, and sat on the couch all I thought of was how lucky we are to have hard days. I hate them and know they seem more frequent recently than when the kids were tiny babies, but it allows me to grow as a mom.
It allows me to find new ways to parent in each situation. Sometimes we cannot figure out what to do and it is just one of those days, where you find strangers giving you THAT smile, making you wish you secretly had a taser made for kids. But just keep in mind that those strangers giving you that weak half smile translates to, “I have been there, be strong mom.” Those who have not yet experienced that precious moment when a random stranger gives you THE HEAD-TILT SMILE, well your day is coming..
Be strong when days seem long, because tomorrow is another day to begin again and try something new.