I have been a grouch with my kids lately. They have been driving me crazy. Fighting. All.The.Time.
It's been making me nuts and my patience levels have been super duper low.
And I know that when they are all wacky like this what they need is me. 100%. Paying attention. Present.
But, it is a vicious cycle. They need more of me. I want to go do my own thing and not play with them. They get more wacko. They need me to pay attention. I just want to check out and avoid them. They get more insistent that I pay attention to them by acting up, and I get mad and angry with them. Around and around it goes.
Well, after our art group this week (paper mache), I had a big bag of torn up paper sitting on the floor waiting for me to do something with it.
Enrique discovered it. I was working on the computer (trying to escape my nutsy kids) when I looked up and saw that he had dumped the WHOLE BAG out onto the floor.
My first reaction was to yell. Scream. Get mad. Clean that up! Don't do that! NOOOOO!
Instead? Instead, I took a moment to breathe, to watch him and the pure delight all over his face. This was a MAJOR DISCOVERY!
And I let go of all my annoyance and frustration and said YES!
So all three of us - me, Anabel and Enrique had a confetti party. We tossed, we rolled, we laughed.
It is good to just let go sometimes. To be a yes. To let these goofy kids be kids. And in doing so, I fell in love with my little poops all over again.