You Do a Good Work


Watching grandchildren for most of a week, made me remember some of those things that begin to fade away as children get older.

The first thing I quickly remembered was just how fit a woman has to be to care for little ones.

I went into boot camp bicep toning that week because of all the baby and toddler hauling. Add to that the overall cardio training I gained by jumping up every ten minutes or so to get someone a drink, feed them, change a diaper, wipe a behind, find the sword and gun, get a sheet for the fort, it was a total workout.

I went into super fitness training when I had the really great idea of taking all the grandkids on a hike; a hike that we go on all the time. I never considered it long or grueling. But with a two-year-old “hiker” the road somehow lengthened considerably when it occurred to me that he was not going to make the whole trip on his own two little foot-long legs.

The road magically doubled in length when I began carrying Fox. I just kept looking off into the distance trudging on thinking, “I have no choice; I can’t just leave him on the side of the road.”

“Wouldn’t you like to walk for a little bit now, Fox?” Why no, he would not.

The second thing I toned up were my lawyering skills- who really did have that stool staked out first for breakfast? and how long can you be away from the stool before it’s not yours anymore-five minutes?, ten?, one hour?, whose turn is it to play Wii? are you really stuffed full or just too excited to eat? You sharpen your mind, catch the half truth, innuendos, siphon through for the reality of the situation.

The most memorable parsing for the week goes to Fox. When Taite came to tell me that Fox had socked Anwyn in the stomach over who knows what, I told him that he needed to go tell Anwyn he was sorry, he kind of cocked his head to the side and said, “I not sorry, I not.”

Okay,I loved that he was not about to be a white washed tomb apologizing to avoid punishment, making himself look good but not meaning a word of it. He simply wasn’t going to pretend; and say he was. “I not sorry.” I love that about two year olds.

I also recalled that week  just how sweet bed  is to a hardworking mom. When everyone else is in theirs, the house is more or less ready for the morrow, and for maybe ten minutes I’d sit in bed with a book  luxuriating in the peace, and I rediscovered my wonderful downy pillow, the perfection of my thick comforting blanket and think, “wow, I used to do this everyday all year.”

Carpe Diem- Just kidding I guess that’s not the thing to say to young moms these days. Something about old women telling young mothers to carpe the diem and the young moms getting ticked about it. But I will say this-

Sweet young moms, be encouraged; you do a good work.

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5 comments to You Do a Good Work

  • Shari

    This, Terri. Is one of your laugh out loud best!!, Because it is so true…….and we Grandmothers so relate. I’m guessing that Meghan was particularly happy that you decided not to leave Fox by the side of the road.

  • Thank you Mom! Hmmm, maybe you can explain to Zac better than I can why, no, I do not want to do a P90X workout with him at 8 o’clock when the kids go to bed. . . .

  • Michelle Young

    Thank you for the needed encouragement. AND, thank you for doing the young mom thing again so we could see Eric and Meghan!

  • This is hilarious! I laughed the whole way through. Whenever I ask Valiant “are you being mean to Atlas?” or “did you hit Atlas?” he always cheerfully calls out from the living room a robust “yes!” After so much discipline, how is it that this little two-year-old is still is not afraid to affirm his bad behavior? You’re right– it is both bad and endearing.

  • mercadee

    My daughter is 3 years 1 month, and has been potty trained since August of last year. She’s pretty much been dry day and night without accidents for about 3 months. Occasionally, she’ll wait too long to tell us that she has to go and wont make it there, or her panties will be a bit damp. This doesn’t really bother me. What bothers me is in the past week, at least once a day (last Thursday it was 3 times) she just “goes” in her pants… and we notcie she’s all wet. She wont give us an answer as to why she’s doing it, and we talked to her about it, we’ve tried rewarding her with special stickers, throwing Pottty parties like we did when she first started training. But last night, even after getting a special sticker for being such a good girl, she went in her pants, while sitting on the couch playing with her Daddy. I was sitting next to them. She didn’t make ANY indication that she had to go. My husband was very upset as was I, and he tok away one of ehr dollies, telling her that if she went in the potty all the time the next day (today) she’d get it back. I don’t want to punish her, but I don’t know what else to do… I see a lot of people writing that they are going through the same thing, but no one has written how they actually got through it! Any advice? Please tell me this is just a phase…. she was tested for UTI, nothing. AND She wakes up in the middle of the night and tells me she has to go… If she can tell at 4am that she has to pee.. she knows when she has to pee during the day and is choosing to ignore it. What can I do to make her understand?

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