It’s day three of back-to-school and my daughter is happy to be back in her Grade One classroom after the holiday break. She loves school and is thrilled to be seeing all of her friends. When I pick her up after school she’s all hugs and smiles.
She’s beyond patient as my almost-four-year-old son goes through his current end-of-day shenanigans. The witching hours between after school and dinner. He’s tired, he wants this NO he wants THAT he wants it ALL. RIGHT. NOW. And he also wants his sister to do exactly as he says. She deflects and is patient and we make it through dinner. And then. I ask her to start getting ready for bed, and some other person takes over. She’s rude, she’s talking back, she’s nasty, wearing the attitude and facial expressions of a rebellious teenager. It’s a complete 180-degree turn from the sweet little girl I picked up from school.
I’m impatient with her. I tell her to go to her room, get into her pajamas, brush her teeth, and have some quiet time to calm down and think about how she’s been talking to me. I also tell her that I need some time to calm down as well. Because I realize I’ve been mirroring her tone.
After a half-hour of bedtime mayhem with the almost-four-year old, he settles, and I climb into bed beside my daughter.
“I’m sorry, mummy,” she says. We talk about the way she was talking and acting, and that it’s not okay to be disrespectful. I apologize for getting impatient with her. We end up lying there for another 45 minutes, chatting about her day, about school, about her friends. And in that time, the important things spill out. She’s really frustrated with herself because she’s not getting her schoolwork done as fast and as neatly as she wants to. She’s hurt because a girl she doesn’t know very well told her on the playground that she didn’t like her. She’s worried that at her new gymnastics class tomorrow she won’t be able to do some of the things.
We talk some more and giggle and I ask her questions, and her stuffy asks her some more very silly questions. I reaffirm that our love doesn’t change for her whether she does her work perfectly or not, that we love her just the same if she has one friend or fifty, and that the main focus of her gymnastics class is that she has fun. We talk some more. About feelings and that they’re all normal, but that they come out in different ways. We also talk about lavender, and goldfish crackers, and how her brother is growing up and learning every day. We talk about going to bed thinking about the good things in our lives. And we hug, and I kiss her goodnight about a million times.
I step out of her bedroom and fight back tears. Because I almost sent her straight to bed for being so rude. I almost gave her a hug and a good night kiss and left her room after her apology to me. I almost missed hearing the feelings behind her behaviour because I was tired and had spent so much energy managing her brother. I almost missed a beautiful, vulnerable, funny and honest talk with my sensitive, perfectionist, strong-willed, and loving daughter. And I am reminded that it is these times, the challenging ones, the acting-out moments, these are the times we need to listen most.
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Pre-kids, the month of December was a time to reflect. I’d think about the year just passed and, throughout Christmas, reflect upon the year to come. But I’ve noticed in the last few years, despite making sure to take downtime throughout our busy holiday season, I don’t have the same kind of thinking time. So, this year I’m trying something new. I’m taking the month of January to reflect, not resolve.
After the holidays, the plans, the family events, and adventures with the kids, I’m welcoming the quiet of January. Instead of bursting into 2013 with a handful of resolutions, I’m taking time to slowly dip my toes into the new year and to reflect on what I’d like it to hold. So far, I’ve come up with three pillars that I’d like to build my year upon: clarity, optimism, and love.
I’ll be meditating on these words in the coming days and weeks, and will slowly fine-tune my intentions and goals accordingly.
Today our backyard is covered with freshly fallen snow. It’s a perfect image as I think about 2013. Fresh, clean, and ready for new footprints. Happy new year to you all!
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