It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
It’s not Christmas or Mother’s Day or my birthday. No, today is even better.
Today is the first day of school.
I have spent days happy dancing and turning cartwheels in my mind at the thought of having time – uninterrupted-by-children time – to do whatever my heart desires.
Like a kid on Christmas morning, I awoke today with a smile on my face, a song in my heart, and a glowing vision of how all my ecstatic joy would play out.
And oh it is such a wonderful vision…
But it isn’t reality.
Not mine anyway. And definitely not today.
Today is a day ripe with the reality of what is.
It starts with my 11 year old son staying in the shower an exceptionally long time while my 9 year old goes back to lie in bed. I don’t notice this because I’m making lunches and realizing that I forgot to buy lunch boxes, the yogurt is expired, and I cannot find my 9 year old’s “special” lunch.
After getting things somewhat squared away, my oldest walks in. Clearly he has neglected to wash his hair…again. His use of soap is questionable as well.
While I’m busy haranguing him, my younger son appears with dirty hair, wearing dirty clothes and shoeless. “Vagabond” seems to be an appropriate description of his current style. He can’t find his shoes so he scurries around looking everywhere for them leaving doors wide open in his wake and suddenly, it’s too much.
And I lose it.
At this point, I don’t only continue to harangue my children, I get nasty. I become punitive. I get mean. I won’t go into deep detail here, but let’s just say it wasn’t pretty (or logical or warranted or the way I prefer to parent), but I did it nonetheless.
Suddenly I flashback to the previous afternoon’s trip to Costco. There I was talking to the mom of my kids’ former pre-school friends. She’s showering me with talk of her children’s many brilliant accomplishments both academically and in their respective sports.
That’s when I turn around to find my kids sprawled on the floor at Costco.
They are lying there in what I can only assume to be a kind of protest – civil disobedience perhaps? One is propped up against a stack of pallets containing giant stuffed bears as though he is one among them that has lost his way and tumbled haphazardly to the floor.
“What is wrong with my kids?” I wonder as I snap back and resume looking for the lost lunch.
I certainly have the proof to support my musings that my children are profoundly flawed. The whole Costco incident is, after all, only the tip of a much, much larger iceberg.
My verbal and very nasty tirade continues while intense frustration and anger escalate with every word. The longer my rant continues, the more I become aware that I am acting like a crazy woman. I am wreaking havoc on my emotional wellbeing…and probably that of my children as well.
Amidst the swirling tide of emotion, it occurs to me to ask myself why I’m losing it. And then it dawns on me that my emotional meltdown is happening because I think there’s something wrong with my kids.
Lightbulb moment!
Regardless of what you think, you can always, always, always find proof that you’re right…and that’s exactly what I had done. I had found ample proof that my kids were just plain wrong.
That’s when the coach in me perks up and says in her loving and calm way…
You’ve been down this road.
It is an old and tired path that doesn’t work for you.
There’s nothing wrong with your kids.
There’s nothing wrong with you.
The only thing that’s “wrong” in this scenario is the way you’re looking at things.
You have the power to change what’s wrong by focusing on what’s right.
Ah.
And so I chose to focus on what was “right”. I mentally listed all of everything that had gone well and voila! I immediately started feeling better.
It was so simple. Best of all, maybe my kids are not as flawed as I thought after all.
The next time things seem to be spiraling out of control and going all wrong, take a moment to refocus. Instead of looking at what’s wrong, take stock of all that is going just oh so beautifully.
If you take the time to try, you will find those “oh so right” things. And when you do, that small, simple shift will absolutely rock your world.
Givin’ credit where credit is credit is due,
Theresa