A story of 2 toddlers.

I use to work and take my kids to in home daycare with a lady I really trusted. When we first went to her, my oldest was an infant. There was another baby whom the lady watched and she always had them close together. 

They both grew, and grew, and grew. They grew until they were toddlers. The parents of the other boy would drop their son of around the same time as I. One would wait til the other was out of the vehicle and they’d walk inside together. If one was sick, the other would ask for him. They became best friends. 

In life, things are constantly changing. I decided it was best to become a stay at home mom. The other boy and his family moved away to another state near by. The mom and I remained friends through social media. Sharing pictures of our sons to each other. 

We were looking for a house to rent. The other family was renting out their old house. We immediately went to view it and turn in an application. We met to sign the lease. She brought her boy, and I brought mine. The boys seen each other and was so beyond shy. They came around and started to play, talk, laugh, and share candy. 

It was time to go. They both refused to leave. I told the boy he will have to come and visit his old house and his old friend.

It was so great to see two best friends be reunited and playing together again.

I hope we can be amazing tenants and hope we can keep our boys friendship intact for many years to come! 
Childhood friends are the best friends!!


Bad Mom Award ๐Ÿ†

Yesterday, I took my boys to the store. My oldest picked out a snack for the ride home. My youngest picked out one too but it wasn’t something he could eat. So I placed it back on the shelf and was going to find him another snack.

Anyone with more than 1 kid knows how easy it is to get sidetracked. After placing back the youngest snack choice, I had to stop my oldest from grabbing more than his arms could hold and went back to my list shopping. I paid, and we went to load up our van.

I buckled both boys into their carseats. My oldest asked for his snack. I got it out of the bag and opened it. My youngest seen it and had this sad look take over his face.

This was the moment I realized, I forgot to buy him a snack! 

I contemplated, do I finish loading the groceries into the van, unbuckle the boys, and run inside for a small snack? Do I stop and get him a something from a drive through? I needed to get home to get dinner cooked so I can make it to dance practice on time. Could they share? It was snacks on a stick with no way to cut in half without it all falling apart. My baby is 1 years old. I can give him a toy in hopes it’d help keep him occupied. So, that’s what I did.

Our 15 minute drive home was just the most depressing drive ever. I kept yelling at myself for forgetting as I looked in the review mirror to see his chubby hand reaching in air for his brother’s snack as he wimpered. 

Somewhere along the way I decided I will just stop and get him something. By then, there was no place to stop. So I continued on my way.

My oldest boy finally looked over to stop to see his brother missing out on snacks. He said, “Mama, I don’t want this. And he gave the remaining snack to his younger brother.” I was touched by how caring he was to share his single snack with his brother.

Not only did I feel guilt but I had a realization. My 1 year old will be 2 in 4 months. I treat him like he is 6 months old. I need to learn he isn’t the little baby I still think he is. He wants to pick things out on his own. He wants to be like his older brother. He isn’t easily distracted anymore. 

If there was awards for parenting. I’d get the bad mom award. ๐Ÿ˜”