“I’m Superman… and Superman doesn’t wear diapers!!” Big E proclaimed, standing in front of me, completely naked with his hands on his hips. A smile danced across his face as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “Super heroes don’t have diaper changes!”
He’s right. Superman doesn’t wear diapers. But it’s nighttime and the naked three year old wiggling in front of me certainly needs them.
Desperate, I grab a diaper and exclaim, “Superman doesn’t wear diapers… He wears power pants!” And I raise them victoriously in the air. He buys it. He drops to the ground and begins his nighttime routine, carrying on about all the superpowers that his newfound power pants have.
I finally get them into bed, and I close the door. It should feel like a victory, but it doesn’t.
Tonight was a rough night. The kids wouldn’t listen. They wouldn’t respond when I called their names. They wouldn’t stop when I said stop or start when I said start. They whined. They cried. They picked on each other all evening long.
Ten minutes into our evening I was ready for them to get to bed. My patience started to dwindle. Soon things that wouldn’t normally bother me started to drive me crazy.
They were driving me crazy.
Instead of taking it in stride I caught myself yelling at them for the smallest infractions. I stood there listening to myself respond, knowing full well I was being ridiculous. I was adding to the problem, not helping to resolve it!
At bedtime I apologized to them for being so cranky. But one of the great things about kids is that they are eager to forgive and they love you in spite of yourself! As they crawled into their beds they both said “I love you so much, mommy!” and gave me big hugs. I held them tight and told them I loved them too. Hopefully some much needed rest will help reset all of us… after all, we have a long, snow filled weekend to enjoy together!
A while back, I taught Big E the beauty of machine gun kisses- smooches so fast you can get covered head to toe in mere seconds! Recently he has started doing them back… which is adorable except for the fact that he rams his head into you as he kisses you!! Bang-kiss, bang-kiss, bang-kiss! Sometimes these machine gun kisses start without warning, leaving you barely enough time to protect yourself from the onslaught! Yesterday he introduced machine gun hugs which resemble a spastic bird more than a sign of affection. And while these outbursts can be unexpected, I love that I have a son who enthusiastically showers his love on all of us!