Caring humanπŸ’™

Imagine this.

A room full of toddlers. Playing with toys, having trouble sharing, laughing, and talking to each other.

A very little human pushes out the cutest sneeze ever. “Aaahhchuuuu!” 

I waited to see what these toddlers did.

They stopped what they were doing. They looked right at this tiny human who makes funny noises. Then they went right back to playing. Except not one little boy. This boy said, “God Bless You! Are you okay?” Then he proceeded to rub her back.

I smiled ear to ear. That was my 2 year old son. I was so proud of his manners! Sometimes it’s hard to know if what we teach them actually sticks. This small scenario is proof it does. Our actions, our habits, our manners are what shapes our kids. I want my child to be a caring human.β™‘


Bad Mom Award πŸ†

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. πŸ˜”