Last weekend, we stole a few moments in our backyard — just Ken, me and that beaming little gal that made us a family. And it was… glorious. Of all the seasons I’ve experienced as a parent, fall has been my favorite. The crisp air, home cooking, weekend adventures and light, bundled-up layers have been such a welcome change of pace from a hot, frenzied and busy summer. And between the afternoon sunshine and impromptu tickles, I realized something…
When the days are long and moments are frenzied, my eyes often wander to the unfolded laundry and disorganized closets and messy sock drawers and I start to feel… defeated. I feel overwhelmed and under-performing, as if my motherhood merit badge won’t be arriving any time soon – or any day, for that matter.
And then I mentally reset my mind and realize that, for motherhood, there is no merit badge. Because motherhood isn’t performance-based. It can’t be. There is no measure or metrics system that marks the end of a mother’s job – of a mother’s love. It just is. It just does.
Lately, Bee has been testing the waters (and the patience of her parents!) around the house. From simple acts of disobedience to willful tantrums, we’ve been toying with the idea of beginning a more strict discipline regimen. After all, Bee’s far from an infant at a ripe 15 months of age (where did the time go?).
But how do you know when it’s time to start disciplining your child? Last week, I heard some fantastic advice…
Sugar and spice, and everything nice. That’s the typical girl way, yes? Pink and floral and scented with candy-coated kisses? Not for Bee. Instead, she’s rambunctious and loud and boisterous with a fiery temper and a will stronger than stone.
In short, she’s the furthest thing from what you’d envision a princess to be. But last weekend, she surprised us: