Yesterday something happened that disturbed me very much as a mother.
The boys were TERRIBLE ALL DAY yesterday and so finally at 5.57pm exactly after the 45896 they pushed and hit Zofia I put them to bed without dinner.
They were shocked to say the least; Eric was not even home yet. They told me all about how they needed to eat dinner and put on PJ’s and watch TV with daddy first and I explained to them that they were not being good boys and bed was it end of story.
After I put them to bed I sat on the couch with Zofia and felt like the BIGGEST failure ever. Eric came home a few minutes later and I explained to him what happened. He went upstairs to talk to them and then came down and asked if I had eaten. I told him no and that his dinner was on the counter he looked at it once and said I am going to get a burrito and asked if i wanted anything. That was funny because I literally through something together and called it dinner….this has never happened. I could not even make a proper dinner because the boys were so BAD.
After we ate and I put Zofia to bed I sat and pondered about what happened today.
It was them that I began to cry and realized that I had lost control of my kids.
Last year when I was sick and prego with Zofia I entered SURVIAL MODE. I did whatever I could do to make life easy for the boys and I.
I let them run the show because I could not discipline them the right way and could not chase after them, I sometimes could not even talk to them without getting so out of breath i would have to take a break to catch my breath and by that time I had lost there attention. They were only 1.5 and 2.5 year old.
Then I went on home bedrest and then hospital bedrest for a month. There lives were changed upside down in a matter of weeks. Once I had Zofia and was home I had a nanny and other family and friends coming over everyday to help me because I was so sick and there was no structure really at all.
This summer when I felt better we were so busy making up for lost time that I did not even pay attention to how OUT OF CONTROL things had gotten.
Then I got sick again and I went into survival mode again without even realizing it. This time it was even worse because I did not have as much help as when I was prego with Zofia or after I had here. I had felt good for four months so there was no need to keep the nanny around or have friend and family over as often to help. I did not ask for help when I got sick again in October because I was too ashamed and did not want to admit that I needed help I just wanted to be better and be normal.
I went to school for child development, I worked in preschools, kindergartens and daycares, I was a nanny and I taught parents tips and tools for good parenting. How could I admit that I lost control and that I did not know what to do?
I was a pro at this yet I was failing.
Over the last several weeks I would often be weepy and sad and confused for no reason that I could think of at least, I just felt like something was off and I could not figure it out.
Finally last night it all hit me and I realized it was time that I let the boys know that mommy is better and that mommy means business and I knew no other way to gain control again.
My Survival mode became a habit or a rut if you will. It was all I knew for what felt like a really long time.
I decided I needed to make a routine for the morning and STICK TO IT. The mornings will be structured, filled with learning time, structured free play and many educational and social outings.
I will start on Monday and i know it will take time for everyone to adjust but once we do we will LOVE it and be happy.
I realize that it is not my fault but what I HAD to do to survive while my heart was giving out and I was too sick to sweep the floor. My heart failure relapse happened so quick that I never had a chance to figure out the RIGHT thing to do, I am not even sure there was a RIGHT thing to do in such a situation. You do what you have to do to survive.
I would be lying if I said I was not a little sad and teary eyed as I write this but that is just because the trauma of the last two years really hits me at moments like this the most.
In the end this is just going to bring me closer to my kids and make all of us stronger.
I know that God played a role in yesterday’s events and it was his way of WAKING ME UP.
It is times like this when I realize how important my relationship with God is and how when you feel like you have lost control and it will be too herd to pick yourself up God is right there to help you.
He gave me the wisdom and strength to face my worst fear.
In my heart I have known that I lost control and I did not know where to begin to gain that control back.
Right before the final straw last night I stepped into our Icon corner by myself and said a prayer and asked God to please help me through this and to give me the strength, courage and wisdom to get in control.
I was afraid, I was embarrassed and I was just at a loss, I felt like a failure.
I am looking forward to this new routine!
If anyone has any words of wisdom or ideas or encouragement I AM OPEN to ALL them just leave a comment or e-mail me at julianameng@yahoo.com
Thanks in advance:-)