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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Take a deep breath, get over it and wash your hair again if you must

Sometimes being the mother of young children brings little surprises that you really could have done without. Right now, for instance, I find Barbies everywhere. And I do mean everywhere. The dishwasher, the toilet, and even having a party with furniture, food and all right in front of my kitchen sink where I am sure to kill myself on them if I don't happen to look down and notice. Basically, the darn dolls are everywhere except where they should be. Just in case you wonder, Sophia is the culprit of this particular phenomenon.

There was the time when Bria was really interested in the contents of my jewelry box. One day, unbeknownst to me, she took every ring that was in there and squirreled them away in her underwear drawer for her very own. She decided to wear what she thought was the prettiest one to go swimming. While we were swimming, I noticed it on her finger (how it didn't fall off and sink to the bottom of the pool undetected I'll never know!), and freaked out a little bit. It was my mother's original wedding ring, which she had had reset with a ruby for me when she got a new setting for her diamond. Probably the most special ring I own with the exception of my own wedding ring.

Then there's the time that Chloe cut Sophia's hair, just when it had started to grow out enough to wear anything but headbands in it.

Oh, and the time Bria drew cartoon faces on my Willow Tree figurines with a permanent marker, because it spooked her that they are faceless. I was pregnant at the time, so that really incurred the wrath of the beast that lies dormant within me.

Recently, Chloe has taken to drawing her masterpieces exactly where she shouldn't. Like, on her dresser drawers, for instance. When she was 2, I could be a bit more patient with this, but she is 5 now and I find it utterly unacceptable. I also found the words "I love my DaD" inscribed on her bedroom door the other day. Perhaps I wouldn't have been quite so angry if it had said "I love my MoM" instead, but alas, it wasn't to be.

I have plenty of stories, many of which can be found on this blog, but I'll just give you the most recent little surprise I found. Last week, after I had washed my hair, I picked up my brush and began to brush my tresses. It seemed like it wasn't working very well, so I looked at the brush more carefully and found that toothpaste (of the kid variety) was smeared all over the bristles. Well that's just great. I had no time to wash my hair again right then, and so I did my best to pull it up into a ponytail (which it is just barely long enough to do at this point). If nothing else, toothpaste makes a pretty good hair gel. And I smelled like bubblegum. Gotta look at the positives, right? Especially since once I did wash my hair, I found that toothpaste is not nearly as easy to wash out as gels made specifically for hair styling.

I suppose it all helps me learn patience, which is something I generally struggle with. A lot. I also suppose that it gives me plenty of chances to teach my children about what is acceptable and what is not, about how to clean up after their messes and about how to respect others' property. In the end, these experiences teach all of us something. And even if the kids don't actually learn anything despite my efforts, at least I learn to be a better mother.

Besides, if I'm going to freak out over toothpaste on my hairbrush now, how on earth will I react to something a little more serious? Like wrecking the car, for instance.

Yeah, I need to calm down while I still have the chance.

31 comments :

  1. Oh I think the toothpaste in the hairbrush would have pushed me over the edge! Good job maintaining your cool.

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  2. You just never know what might be next with kids. Some times it is so hard to be patient. Good luck.

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  3. Oh, those are FUN! :) I can't believe -- your poor Willow Tree figurines! My sister collects those and I just can't imagine!

    So much opportunity for growth! I love your attitude. And your bubble gum scented hair.

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  4. Definitely funny (and painfully memorable!) on our end. Less so on yours.

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  5. my daughter inscribed "I love my dad" on her dresser top one time. Her dad and I had been divorced since she was two and so I didn't really feel the right to get angry about it, but it sure made me feel like crap.
    I love your thoughts at the end, it really would be good for us all to find our cool while we still have a chance, because you're right, things will get more serious as they grow.

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  6. I have a hard time keeping my cool--ever. The toothpaste thing--I think I would have had to put myself in timeout in the bathroom so that I wouldn't go bezerk!!

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  7. Ooooohhh. Not having kids, I never quite understand the thing they are capable of.

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  8. I'm glad you also toothpaste your hair. It makes me feel good for some weird reason.

    Nice blog btw!

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  9. The only thing I can say is Amen. . . you know the exact same things go on around here. . .

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  10. Wanna know a secret? You'll freak out more over the toothpaste in your hair than you will with your kids wrecking the car.

    And it has everything to do with broken hearts and contrite spirits.

    The toothpaste culprits probably didn't care a lick that they'd trashed your hair and derailed your morning.

    When that 17 year-old is weeping and trembling and saying, "I'm so sorry mom, I didn't realize how close I was to the side of the garage" the forgiveness comes so fast and so completely you're actually mad at the CAR for making your child feel bad!

    Go figure parenting...

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  11. I would have a hard time with the toothpaste.

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  12. I can't get over the Willow Tree/permanent marker story. I would have been so mad! But we have to keep telling ourselves that these things are just things.

    One day, years from now, we can laugh about the things that currently make us cringe!

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  13. Yeah... the toothpaste would have done me in.

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  14. Don't tell any of my other blog pals, but this post is the most helpful post ever!! ;)

    Seriously, I need to learn not to overreact to every little thing. It will makes things easier for everyone involved.

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  15. Okay, I laughed so hard that I almost woke my napping kids.

    And that would be a bad thing.

    Because they need to SLEEP.

    (I need to calm down whil I still have the chance.)

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  16. OH dear! Good for you for keeping your cool. Most of the time ;)

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  17. Amazingly funny post! You forgot to add whether or not anyone complimented you on your "fun and fruity" smell while out and about.

    My kids drive me to the brink of insanity and back. Yesterday, when I went to use the bathroom, which is a two-minute activity at most, I came back to find our living room wall covered in red crayon.

    I still haven't figured out how to get it off or what motivated my son to do so.

    This is why we blog, no? :)

    -Francesca

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  18. I think the real question is, have your kids ever written on the Willow figurines again after the beast made an appearance? B/C I'm willing to bet not. Sometimes that latent beast is useful (even though we feel awful after we fail to keep it inside). I don't want to do anything that will put my kids in therapy any more than anyone else (alas, too late) but sometimes having a temper tantrum has been the most effective way to steer my little darlings in the right direction. Just saying . . .

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  19. We bought our kids moraccas in Mexico as their gift for having to stay home.

    A while back I was so pleased they were napping so quietly, I wanted to sneak in and kiss them all. When I entered I realized that they were not sleeping they were being naughty.

    They realized that if they rubbed the moraccas on the wall the paint transfered. My walls were covered in blue, red and pink. I vowed NEVER to buy them another gift, EVER! I was eventually able to clean it/paint over it.

    Time heals all wounds, right?

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  20. Sometimes I think I freak out about these smaller things more then I would if it was something big -- REALLY big, like wrecking the car. :)

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  21. I HATE learning patience. It's a big bummer.

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  22. This is my first time to your blog, and as a mother of my own brood of young children, THANK YOU for being so normal.

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  23. Motherhood is the toughest job on earth and our reward needs to be self cleaning mansions on the other side of that veil LOL!

    you are doing amazing!!!

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  24. This really made me laugh. You know I've been hearing this advise over and over recently...in conference on BYU TV...we need to laugh more about stuff like this. Thanks for sharing!

    Kristy

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  25. Your such an awesome, patient Mom! Bubblegum flavored hair gel. Patent it.

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  26. Amen. I need to calm down too. At least we can laugh about most of these things afterwards.

    It's so great that you documented those photos of Joel. That's pretty cool!

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  27. My daughter has the art problem too. Except she is old enough to know to hide them. So I find drawing BEHIND the dresser. So fun!

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  28. And the faceless Willow figurine story is priceless!

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  29. You have such fun with your girls s(lol)!
    Ian still hides his masterpieces on wall corners and Jasmine still claims an open floor slot for her shoes, and Lisa, I'm afraid to go in her room!

    Happy hair washing!

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  30. Boy can I relate to THIS subject! Hey, at least you haven't had to use the fire extinguisher yet with what your kids have done. So there is that.... :-)

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