sigh.

 

 

Reading

 

 

I must always remember that with “those days” comes “better days.”  The past two days have been much easier around here.  Both boys have been extremely cooperative, helpful and hard-working.  I think much of the problem of Monday centered around my own hormonal issues, rather than Doodlebug’s inattention and quirkiness.  It’s so sad when you realize that you’ve just blogged stuff about your own son that most likely he didn’t deserve.  I’m going to leave it up to remind me of my own flaws – ‘kay?

 

I know we are on the right path.  I know that path will not always be smooth and level.  I know that the rocks in the path are moveable and manageable.  Some days all I can see are boulders, instead of challenges to be overcome.  My boys are bright and articulate, funny and playful, imaginative and semi-self-reliant.  They are also stubborn and wiggly and smelly and goofy.  That’s because they are children.  I am not a child.  I have to be the one to rise above it and set the example.  Except that I am human.  I fail.  I get frustrated.  I give up.  What does that teach them?

 

I hope it teaches them that none of us are perfect, but we can all strive for excellence.  I hope that by apologizing when I fail them, they learn to apologize for letting others down.  I hope that by admitting my faults they learn that doing the right thing is always the right thing, no matter how much it sticks in your throat.  I hope that by starting again, they learn that mistakes are opportunities to learn and grow.

 

I hope that I continue to learn all of those things as well.