The clock reads 5:04 a.m. although the darkness feels like the middle of the night. Boy comes into our room and decides to sleep directly on top of me. I quietly tip toe into his room to pass out in his bed. Once I am comfortable and close my eyes little girl screams, "Mama, I'm awake!" With that my day reluctantly begins.
Immediately the fight to change the diaper begins. Calmly I explain it is fine with me if she doesn't want her diaper changed, then GO IN THE POTTY!
Then starts the getting dressed power struggle. She will only wear pink. I pick out an adorable outfit that still has the tags on it. "No, pink." I'm not talking just a pink shirt. She wants to wear a pink pull-up, pink pants, pink shirt, pink socks, pink hair band, pink jacket and pink shoes everyday. Seriously my daughter is a bottle of Pepto Bismol.
Once the dressing situation is under control we move on to the battle of breakfast. I give her a choice of cereal or pancakes and she chooses cereal. Relieved I poor the cereal, berries and milk in the orange bowl. This is greeted by screaming and crying, "No, pink." I explain the pink bowl is dirty and the cereal tastes exactly the same in a different color bowl. My logic does nothing for her tantrum. I try to ignore the tears, but it is too much to handle especially before my first sip of coffee. This girl does not give up. I give in and give her cereal in a pink bowl.
This pattern continues way past 8 a.m., but really you get the picture.
At long last 5 p.m. arrives and as my husband walks in the door, I just as quickly exit. Sometimes I'm tired, some days I feel I ate too much, but none of that matters. I walk in the door of the yoga studio, turn off my phone, lie out my mat, and forget every frustration that happened beginning 12 hours earlier.
Yoga is my time. I don't think about my to-do list, worries, emails or even my kids. I concentrate on my breath and with each exhale feel my body releasing tension. I reflect on larger concepts such as appreciating the present moment and gratitude. My body feels strong. I feel myself smiling.
Before I know it class is over and I'm rolling up my mat heading home feeling lighter. The next time I see my kids I try to use more patience and grace to deal with the current issue.
What do you do for yourself to make you a better parent?