I know that time is fleeting and that my babies will soon be full grown adults who don’t need me, or probably even want me. But does that mean I should stop disciplining them? Stop being a parent? I want to spoil them so bad, love them and hug and cover them in kisses all day. Make every day about fun and games. Never giving them responsibilities because in the end they’ll have plenty of chores to do when they’re older.
Every night when I go to bed I think about how quickly the day actually went by. And it brings to my eyes that my baby girl whom I was just breastfeeding yesterday can all tie her shoes, read a second grade level book, serve her own breakfast, help dress her brother, help Mommy bake (almost by herself). Do I need to discipline my children? Is yelling out like a banshee such a terrible thing? Heck, I wanna yell out like a banshee sometimes too when I don’t get my way. Why not? That’s it, i’m throwing away my…..*Child screaming in the distance.
Scratch that. I always forever be the sergeant. 😥 At least at the end of the day I can still hug them to pieces, read them Golden Book stories, and appreciate their facility to fall asleep in two seconds.
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pit pat pit pat pit pat
your Feet slap against the white tiles
suck suck suck suck
goes your Mouth as if you’ve found the fountain of Youth on your mother’s breast
with each inch you grow
with each pound you gain
I see your Innocence fading into the Night.
each delightful Sleep you take
there It floats away.
each delicious meal you consume
there It floats away.
as Time robs you away from me
as quickly as a butterfly Dies,
I hold onto to your Innocence
one Day you’ll get it back
one Day you’ll know what it is to be young again.
on the Day I will lose you Forever.
The quiet serenity of daily occurance
the hushed rustling of leaves
the constant flow of thoughts
the steadfast glow of morning light.
The rising sun in the dark morning
the bloom of a lotus
the innocent joy behind an infant’s smile
the needed help from a stranger.
Let me make clear that I am in no way undermining people who suffer from OCD, and I understand that maybe my child does not have OCD. With that said let me just point that when the kid wakes up in the morning and finishes his chichita (milk) he goes around my room, and his, and unplugs everything. When I say everything, I mean everything: the cellphone chargers, the steamer, the night lights, the monitor, and so on. Then he comes downstairs and after I finish using the microwave he switches off the power strip Then (no and then!), the funniest OCD thing he does is that as he runs across my house, if the guest bathroom door is open he will stop his fun and games and slam it shut, “Geez, woman, don’t you know how to shut this door?”
I guess I should be thanking him for saving me money and for being eco-friendly. So, thank you kid for putting the planet and Mama’s pocket into consideration.