So after
looking at the clock, it is very clear that we are already late. Even with my night before
planning of setting my purse and satchel aside in the living room, I still
didn't have my act together. Two boys, one left earlier with dad, thank
goodness. The other, well...the other...he tends to not be as easy on the
transitional side of life.
Knowing that being late is already rushing through my veins, I call out "let's go, Buddy!" Silent. Not one word. Then suddenly..."Mom, where is my bluh, bluh, bluh?" He's calling out some piece of his gaming system that I have zero clue as to what it is or anything about it. I tell him that I am not responsible for his gaming pieces and that he will have to be without.
Oh....them fighting words. He suddenly goes into a frenzy mode of the world stops now because he has to find this piece of plastic that probably cost us ten to fifteen dollars and was manufactured for two.
Before I rant any further, I must share that my son does have some cognitive issues and keeping regulated during a "crisis" is not always possible.
He screams and flips out after at least ten times of my "we gotta go...we're late" ranting. Then, he loses it. I scream again and then realize that I've done two things horribly wrong: I soooo became the total opposite of role model mommy by not conforming to his emotional needs and two, rushing. The last thing I want is my son to grow into one of those people who is constantly rushing and being a mess as he heads out the door.
I know I'm not the worst mom in the world. I know that he knows I care and love him very much, but did I just AGAIN model my craziness?
We took a moment to calm down. He processed it, I apologized for not being patient and then like a good mom, I took him to Starbucks for a triple caramel, hot chocolate, whip cream beverage and I had my coffee.
Ahhh, all was right with the world.
P.S. We never did find his gaming thingy, but I suppose my moment of humanity toward my son's emotions did the trick. And Starbucks, of course.
Knowing that being late is already rushing through my veins, I call out "let's go, Buddy!" Silent. Not one word. Then suddenly..."Mom, where is my bluh, bluh, bluh?" He's calling out some piece of his gaming system that I have zero clue as to what it is or anything about it. I tell him that I am not responsible for his gaming pieces and that he will have to be without.
Oh....them fighting words. He suddenly goes into a frenzy mode of the world stops now because he has to find this piece of plastic that probably cost us ten to fifteen dollars and was manufactured for two.
Before I rant any further, I must share that my son does have some cognitive issues and keeping regulated during a "crisis" is not always possible.
He screams and flips out after at least ten times of my "we gotta go...we're late" ranting. Then, he loses it. I scream again and then realize that I've done two things horribly wrong: I soooo became the total opposite of role model mommy by not conforming to his emotional needs and two, rushing. The last thing I want is my son to grow into one of those people who is constantly rushing and being a mess as he heads out the door.
I know I'm not the worst mom in the world. I know that he knows I care and love him very much, but did I just AGAIN model my craziness?
We took a moment to calm down. He processed it, I apologized for not being patient and then like a good mom, I took him to Starbucks for a triple caramel, hot chocolate, whip cream beverage and I had my coffee.
Ahhh, all was right with the world.
P.S. We never did find his gaming thingy, but I suppose my moment of humanity toward my son's emotions did the trick. And Starbucks, of course.
Wonderful ! So funny frantic and true.
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