My Entertaining Kids
So shopping with younger children can truly be a chore. It takes the task almost twice as long sometimes. As far as my children, it is a constant fight to stay in a cart or be held/worn or in a stroller. I am definitely the mother who is consistently arguing with their kid or kids to stay next to me or bribing them to sit in the grocery cart. We checkout at HEB with an average of 3 – 5 items open each time. I wore both of my children since they were very young and that now only lasts about 15 minutes with my 2 year old, well, on a good day I can get about 30 minutes – Praise God. When I go clothes shopping it is crazy time. Hiding under clothes racks, putting on the clothes, and even dancing around to the music they are playing is what my children prefer to do rather than stay by my side.
Seriously, I truly wonder how other mothers keep their precious little ones next to them. I try to tell my self that my children are just very secure in their attachment with me so they wonder off to explore. I tell myself that it means that I must be a better parent than the other moms who are able to keep their kids close to them the whole time…I allow my children to be free spirits…and that I will always be here when they return back after their explorations. Well, I am not so sure this is true, however, it sure makes me feel better. It drives me completely insane when they are going in different directions while I try to find a size or look at the price of an item. Am I seriously that mom? The gritted teeth mom while making threats mom. I did not start out my parenting journey to be this parent. I started out as an attachment parent, who allows their child to be free and feel their feelings and behaves not on threats but on love and pure security.
The other day, I was so frustrated with my son at Target because neither child would stay in the cart. I tried holding my daughter while looking at clothes for her and my son decided to check out the toys on the other side of the isle. Of course, my daughter decided that she needed to be with her brother because she mimics his every move…it was immensely frustrating. After telling him multiple times to stay with me for his and his sister’s safety…I basically lost it after checking out. Once in the car, I broke down and explained to my 6 year old son very graphic details about what would happen if someone took him. It was not my best Mama moment, however, I got through to him…well too much because then he used it against me later on that day when he repeated my words to his cousins using the word kill…and that is all I will admit to today.
So my main reason for this post is just to say, please don’t judge me people just be entertained by my beautiful redheads and their “radical” behavior! I promise I have my eye on them. 😉
Check out this dancing fool that I call my son! This is what I have to deal with y’all! ENJOY!