Figuring out how to be a parent
one tiny task at a time
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Funny how when you have sex, in that moment of pleasure you don't realize that you're asking for a lifetime of work. Or adopting the mindset of a preschool teacher. Or a chef. Or a housekeeper. Or an ever-patient, loving, understanding perfect mommy.
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I woke up this morning (way too early) with one thought on my mind: the house is a wreck and I have to clean it. But what do I do with my kid while I buzz around the house cleaning all day?
Often on days like this I'd set him in front of the TV. He has no qualms about it. If he had his way, he'd get at least 6 hours of TV every day.
BUT THAT IS AGAINST EVERYTHING MY CONSCIENCE ALLOWS ME. Even before I thought of having children, I did a research paper on why television is harmful to young children. I still stand by that. But as the reality of parenting has set in, I realize there are way too many hours in a day too keep my son productively engaged in activities. Daycare? Another topic. Neighborhood friends? Another topic. So TV fills in a bit of his time every day. I hate it, but it's a fact.
Anyhow, today I woke up with a new resolve: I would involve my son into conquering today's housework. That's no big revelation for a lot of smarter mommies. In fact I've tried it before...but either he was uncompliant or I was too impatient to show him little simple tasks that I could have finished in a heartbeat myself.
But I knew it's high time for my son to learn some hard facts...work is an intrinsic part of life and I am NOT his slave. Perhaps this epiphany was timely; perhaps today was the day his mind was open to this kind of thing.
Long story short, I was thrilled to see him put away his own toys, empty and sanitize his own potty training chair, sort the utensils, and he didn't even put up a fuss when we made a game out of cleaning up those darn toilet paper bits that he scattered all over the master bath & bedroom a few days ago. I refused to clean it up myself because IT'S HIS MESS, not mine!
TV was the bribe. His daddy started him out at 6am with Dora the Explorer before I could intervene. Instead of losing my temper over it, I channeled the situation into productivity. As the episode was ending, I lovingly pointed out the mess of toys scattered before him in the living room...and that he was about to clean it up. He protested of course, but then I said, "You can watch TV after you clean up your toys." I've tried tactics like that before, often it doesn't work, he just melts into a puddle of tantrums...
but I guess the timing was right today.
When I returned to the room all of his toys were neatly in their bucket. So very proud of him was I. So I seized the moment and had him do a few more simple tasks before he seemed at his limit and was begging for his next cartoon.
After the next cartoon, he helped me in the kitchen. Awesome little dude, he did it willingly.
Such was the morning. I'm getting control of my son. The housework is taking a bit longer than normal, but that's OK. I'm feeling patient today.
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It was just a moment of pleasure!!
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I woke up this morning (way too early) with one thought on my mind: the house is a wreck and I have to clean it. But what do I do with my kid while I buzz around the house cleaning all day?
Often on days like this I'd set him in front of the TV. He has no qualms about it. If he had his way, he'd get at least 6 hours of TV every day.
BUT THAT IS AGAINST EVERYTHING MY CONSCIENCE ALLOWS ME. Even before I thought of having children, I did a research paper on why television is harmful to young children. I still stand by that. But as the reality of parenting has set in, I realize there are way too many hours in a day too keep my son productively engaged in activities. Daycare? Another topic. Neighborhood friends? Another topic. So TV fills in a bit of his time every day. I hate it, but it's a fact.
Anyhow, today I woke up with a new resolve: I would involve my son into conquering today's housework. That's no big revelation for a lot of smarter mommies. In fact I've tried it before...but either he was uncompliant or I was too impatient to show him little simple tasks that I could have finished in a heartbeat myself.
But I knew it's high time for my son to learn some hard facts...work is an intrinsic part of life and I am NOT his slave. Perhaps this epiphany was timely; perhaps today was the day his mind was open to this kind of thing.
Long story short, I was thrilled to see him put away his own toys, empty and sanitize his own potty training chair, sort the utensils, and he didn't even put up a fuss when we made a game out of cleaning up those darn toilet paper bits that he scattered all over the master bath & bedroom a few days ago. I refused to clean it up myself because IT'S HIS MESS, not mine!
TV was the bribe. His daddy started him out at 6am with Dora the Explorer before I could intervene. Instead of losing my temper over it, I channeled the situation into productivity. As the episode was ending, I lovingly pointed out the mess of toys scattered before him in the living room...and that he was about to clean it up. He protested of course, but then I said, "You can watch TV after you clean up your toys." I've tried tactics like that before, often it doesn't work, he just melts into a puddle of tantrums...
but I guess the timing was right today.
When I returned to the room all of his toys were neatly in their bucket. So very proud of him was I. So I seized the moment and had him do a few more simple tasks before he seemed at his limit and was begging for his next cartoon.
After the next cartoon, he helped me in the kitchen. Awesome little dude, he did it willingly.
Such was the morning. I'm getting control of my son. The housework is taking a bit longer than normal, but that's OK. I'm feeling patient today.
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It was just a moment of pleasure!!
I know it's not harmful, but it sure is difficult.

