I can push the kids on swings and run around a merry-go-round until they scream with delight. I can take them for walks and ice cream cones and snuggle and kiss boo boos and make dinner and read stories. I can encourage homework and manners and affection. I can correct too much tv time, junk food, unwelcome language and behavior.
Because I am their Mama. (And Claire still calls me Mama and I am not sure what I will do when she stops and I simply become Mom to her.)
But there are things I haven’t been so good at. And I think over the past year, I have done a great job of pointing them all out. We all know I am not perfect, yes?
Yesterday I talked to the kids’ Doctor about Claire’s utter lack of interest in potty training. It has been a year. Day in and day out. A year. What am I doing wrong?!
He shrugged. Told me he has yet to see a child enter kindergarten still in diapers. This irritated me a bit, thinking of swimming lessons, gymnastics, and the improbability of running errands without a mess.
Apparently I am neurotic and she is just laid back.
Not quite sure what to do with that?
And my sweet Cade.
Until this week, he couldn’t ride a bike, didn’t know how to pee outside, and had no idea other boys did not paint their nails and also love the color pink.
And for these reasons, I wonder how much therapy they are going to require later in life.
Holy Goodness, being a parent is hard. Doing it all alone isn’t so great, either.
I might have done some damage over the past couple of years as far as stunting his ability to be a boy, but there is hope.
Ry came home with a surprise, took Caeden outside, and I swear to you – in one evening, he was riding like a pro.
Happiness for Caeden (and for us all!) came in the form of a new, shiny, red bike.
And I found myself clapping for Cade because he was riding without training wheels for the first time in his life.
(It’s a skill we have been working on for two summers.)
Not sure what we’d do without Rylan.
And I never want to have to find out.
(He, however, is at a loss when it comes to Claire Bear, too. Just sayin’.)