It was 2pm. My infant was desperately tired but not wanting sleep in any shape or form. My toddler comes up to me and informs me she has done “wee wee” I discover it’s all over a book my late great-grandmother gave me as a child. I have treasured this book for as long as I remember, and my Nin was without a doubt one of the most significant people in my life.
I can feel it building up.
Red hot rage.
I can see exactly what has happened, she has missed the potty in an attempt to get her pants off and get on the potty. But man am I angry.
I clean up the puddle and continue trying to settle the baby. The toddler wants a drink. I get it for her. She drops it and throws an absolute wobbly.
This is the turning point, this is the snapping point. Do I lose it too or keep going and diffuse the situation?
I look at her face, and it is hilarious. I try and hold it in but I can’t and I laugh. She looks up and sees me laughing through my oh so serious face and she laughs too. The baby laughs at us laughing.
It’s really hard to be cross when you’re roaring with laughter.
I would consider myself a mama bear. I roar for my cubs and will do anything to protect them. I also roar with my cubs, and now I hope it’s roaring with laughter and not with rage.
I’m learning, along with my children, how to deal with those tense moments.
I’m laughing more, yelling less and trying my best to keep my cool.
It isn’t easy.
I’m not perfect.
Here are some ideas, I really love this list and I’m so glad I found it.