17 November, 2014
25 March, 2014
04 March, 2014
William just had a meltdown because I told him it was time to turn off the movie that he was watching on my phone. Melt. Down.
I brought him to his room to calm down and he started yelling at me to help him go to sleep. He said he was afraid to go to bed by himself, which he never does anyway, we co sleep. Noah walked in and said he would help. Noah told Will that he would help him go to sleep. He said- It's okay, William, I'm big and strong, I'll protect you. William continued to yell at all of us, obviously so tired. Noah very calmly talked to him about when he used to feel that way, how everything would be okay. It really was breathtaking for me to see Noah caring for William in this way, again. Then Henry walked in and started telling William that he would help him, too. First William pushed Henry, but rather than getting upset Henry continued to calmly say that he would help him feel better. They have now been snuggled together for 10 minutes or so and Henry has given William his DS so he can watch a show. Of course this is what triggered the meltdown in the first place, but I just don't care. The way these three love each other sometimes...
28 February, 2014
21 January, 2014
It was one of those moments. The kind where you pull out all of your worst parenting moves because you are desperate for a certain child to behave. And then you hear that he didn't listen as well as he really should have and you just feel so darn tired of it that you decide the only thing to do is to say no donut as you had warned. And you follow through, despite your better judgement. And you feel sort of like shit about it but you stick to your guns because you are just not sure what the hell else to do at that moment. And you feel a little bit less than whole because of it.
Then you overhear them in the back, and they are each offering him part of their donut. Not because they were told to but because that is the thing they knew to be right. They would only get the donuts themselves if they were allowed to each give some of theirs to him. They would not feel the joy if he had to feel the pain. And so they did. Two donuts, three boys, one overwhelmed Mom with a heart full of pride.
On the good days, I am pretty sure that the world would be better off if it was being run by people under 10.