Parties, babies, and tears. What do all these things have in common? I create them. Ha. Hahahaha. That was a joke. I don't actually host parties very often but you'd never tell based on my Pinterest activity.
If you want to host a party some time in the future (any type...except maybe an orgy), I highly suggest entering this giveaway hosted by Pregnant Chicken. It's for a box from a great company called P.S. XO and basically they create these packages that are sent straight to you to use for whatever party event you need them for! Everything matches and looks fabulous. You even have the option of purchasing things in separate bundles instead of all together in one box.
If you want to host a party some time in the future (any type...except maybe an orgy), I highly suggest entering this giveaway hosted by Pregnant Chicken. It's for a box from a great company called P.S. XO and basically they create these packages that are sent straight to you to use for whatever party event you need them for! Everything matches and looks fabulous. You even have the option of purchasing things in separate bundles instead of all together in one box.
I had initially opened up my browser to post about how terrible it feels when you can't stop something bad from happening to your baby or toddler or perhaps you could have stopped it but you simply weren't in the right frame of mind. I mean really, the body and mind can only overcome temper tantrums and the havoc they wreck on your thought process so much.
Like today for example. N is quite the child. He explores, climbs, and does everything in his power to give his father a heart attack. At lunch with his Nana, he sits on a grownup chair in her lunchroom and we sort of box him in. Today, however, we didn't place another chair back against the chair he was in and surprise! They both come tumbling down. Score one for me...not. But all was well. It was more of a scary ordeal than something that actually hurt and the tears quit flowing relatively soon.
But the afternoon adventure in our kitchen has me feeling pretty guilty, still. Everyone knows that babies are gonna baby and toddlers are gonna toddle and you're never going to stop them from getting hurt 100% of the time. In fact, I think if you can keep them from getting hurt 80% of the time, you're probably doing a great job. Or maybe my kid is just that special. I digress.
So, there we are, each in our own chairs watching Bad Judge (because N likes my shows better than his) when we hear people at the door. What does N do? Goes to climb down off the chair and hooks his foot on the table leg and BAM! faceplants into the floor. I hurt for him.
What is the point of this story?
We've all been there. We've all felt like failures because we couldn't stop something painful from happening to our precious tiny humans. When they cry, we try not to. It's a hard position to be in and sometimes we can't be the ever present God-like figure our children think we are (savor it, they'll figure out the truth soon enough). All those times you feel like you failed your kid in keeping them safe? They are so insignificant in number compared to all the times you were right there with them to keep the hurt away.
And pain isn't always bad. Hurting is how they learn, which is a hard pill to swallow. Frequently, it doesn't seem like that but we have to trust that at some point, they will start to process the consequences of their actions. It generally doesn't happen until they are out of your house, but what can you do?
So bandage up that boo-boo, give it a kiss, and tell them it'll be okay. And while you're at it, tell yourself that, too.
Like today for example. N is quite the child. He explores, climbs, and does everything in his power to give his father a heart attack. At lunch with his Nana, he sits on a grownup chair in her lunchroom and we sort of box him in. Today, however, we didn't place another chair back against the chair he was in and surprise! They both come tumbling down. Score one for me...not. But all was well. It was more of a scary ordeal than something that actually hurt and the tears quit flowing relatively soon.
But the afternoon adventure in our kitchen has me feeling pretty guilty, still. Everyone knows that babies are gonna baby and toddlers are gonna toddle and you're never going to stop them from getting hurt 100% of the time. In fact, I think if you can keep them from getting hurt 80% of the time, you're probably doing a great job. Or maybe my kid is just that special. I digress.
So, there we are, each in our own chairs watching Bad Judge (because N likes my shows better than his) when we hear people at the door. What does N do? Goes to climb down off the chair and hooks his foot on the table leg and BAM! faceplants into the floor. I hurt for him.
What is the point of this story?
We've all been there. We've all felt like failures because we couldn't stop something painful from happening to our precious tiny humans. When they cry, we try not to. It's a hard position to be in and sometimes we can't be the ever present God-like figure our children think we are (savor it, they'll figure out the truth soon enough). All those times you feel like you failed your kid in keeping them safe? They are so insignificant in number compared to all the times you were right there with them to keep the hurt away.
And pain isn't always bad. Hurting is how they learn, which is a hard pill to swallow. Frequently, it doesn't seem like that but we have to trust that at some point, they will start to process the consequences of their actions. It generally doesn't happen until they are out of your house, but what can you do?
So bandage up that boo-boo, give it a kiss, and tell them it'll be okay. And while you're at it, tell yourself that, too.