Its cold. They predicted 8 inches of snow. We got 18. We’ve all got cabin fever. DH can’t get on the road to travel for work, the mons-ners can’t get to school. We’ve ALL had our fill of screen-time.
“We’re all mad here…”, comes to mind.
It occurred to me yesterday as I was looking at myself in the mirror that I could not believe my age, I could not believe my children’s ages, without slowing down, it was going to be gone in a flash. I don’t wish for my children to be younger again or for just “one more” baby, or to relive those moments. I did it. Three times, and I loved it. I love love love babies. I also love watching my daughter play with her pony action figures and the fact that I no longer have a diaper genie in my home. In any case, I was purposefully trying to relax while cooking breakfast, so I turned on some music. As I’m standing there bleary-eyed over the stove stirring oatmeal, I began to try to will myself to be thankful. This is very hard for me to do when faced with frustration. I read several “mom blogs” and they make it all seem so easy to be thankful for things we take for granted every day. I, on the other hand, have to work at it. Its not that I’m not thankful, I think I just forget temporarily. I consider myself hyper-emotional. You can imagine how this brightly clashes with an autistic child. So, I’m stirring the oatmeal and listening to the music and I begin to think, “make this a moment”. I stir in craisins trying to ignore the sugar content and begin breaking up the walnuts, again, “make this a moment”. Soon breakfast is on the table and DH has come in from shoveling mountains of snow and the kids are bouncy and itchy to go somewhere and we eat breakfast. Its not idyllic, we’re all a bit grouchy, M, my spectrum child, is just dying for more screen time. After breakfast DH has put down the “law” that there is no more screen time. The table is cleared and the legos come out. The janga blocks come out (my kids use these for building blocks, almost never actual janga). The My Little Ponies and tiny doll action figures come out and imagination begins. Make this a moment. And it is a moment. Soon though attention spans begin to wander and it is time for a new activity. We pull out a science experiment box, one of those Magic School Bus activity sets. Unfortunately, this only takes about 10 minutes and then it has to sit for 3 days. Oy. Next activity. Spectrum child has already turned on two electronic devices before being reprimanded. Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm, make this a moment. As soon as I’ve almost gotten upset my daughter has pulled out her Duplo Legos and the next activity has begun. Three minutes in and they’re now playing with M’s school project which is due on Wednesday. “NOOOO!!!!”, I silently scream in my head. I urge the mons-ners away from our weekend-long work on the project and onto other building activities. And….. a deep breath. Everyone is building blocks and playing legos and enjoying themselves for now. This is a moment. I just need a few seconds to drink in the sounds and sights to really remember what it looks and feels and sounds like so that in a few years when legos are no longer played with and blocks have fallen by the wayside, I can remember this moment and enjoy the next moment.