So we all know about child abuse, parents that don't treat their kids right, and kids being taken away to foster care to keep them safe. But what about parent abuse? Is there anyone out there to watch out for ME? I don't want to sound too selfish, but gosh, I think I deserve to be treated a little better than what those kids dish out to me!
Last night I was laying on the couch, trying to rest for a few minutes before making supper. Shelly was climbing all over me playing with the alphabet caterpillar that she got for Christmas. And suddenly, out of nowhere, that stupid green heavy plastic thing came crashing down on my face, with the greatest point of impact being my left EYE! It took everything in me not to scream out some obscene words and smash that stupid toy against the wall or something. After a couple minutes of crying, I thought I probably was not blinded for life and went back to TRYING to have just two more minutes of rest. I couldn't really stop thinking about whether or not I'd have a black eye, and as I was laying there with my eyes closed WHAM!!! Archer's elbow rammed right into my EYE! The same one that had just been smashed by the caterpillar!
I guess my mistake was closing my eyes in the company of the kids, not being more defensive. And probably my bigger mistake is expecting them to treat me better than they do. For one thing, they're too young for me to have that big of an expectation. And the other thing is, parenthood is about not expecting things in return, its about giving without knowing if you'll be repaid. And that's the biggest lesson, right? Giving without receiving.
2 comments:
As an experienced Mom of almost 4 years, I was surprised to see that you still think that you can sleep with 2 eyes closed. You know this not to be true and you paid the price. As to the giving and receiving, practically every one of your prior blog entries talk of the "receiving" you have been blessed with thus far, and I can tell you this, the best is yet to come.
Ok ok, you're right. Just last night, after David and I had a disagreement with each other in front of the kids, I went to bed and Archer came running into the room. "I just think don't be mad and you got say you're sorry to Dad!" He said to me, in a very sweet, caring voice. I told him I already had said sorry and that I wasn't mad, that seemed to be an ok answer and he ran back out of the bedroom to argue with David about what t.v. show to watch, and whether it was too late at night to order a pizza. I couldn't help but smile.
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