Posted in Boys, boys, boys! And did I mention, boys?, Mom-ness, Some things just don't fit into a neat little box. The uncategory!, Things that make you go....awwww, Uncategorized | Posted on 02-02-2012
Tags: Albert Einstein, Carol Brady, Cheez-Its, New Balance, Pinterest
So I’m walking to the bus stop yesterday to pick up my first grader (in the balmy 50 degree New Hampshire freak weather–BOOM!), and I glance over at four year old who’s skipping along and ask, “Hey, how do you like your new shoes?”
“They’re TELLIBLE! They make me really slow!”
“Oh, pumpkin, no.” I think to myself. “It’s not the shoes. It’s the DNA. There’s a reason why mama was never picked first
seventh in gym class.” (Thank God for my sparkling personality. Which has gotten me nowhere far in life. Well, I did score that extra slice of cheese for 3 year old at the deli. A win for the chatty!)
I think it, but I don’t say it. Who am I to be a four year old dream crusher? Perception is reality, people.
“I don’t think you’re slow. Show me whacha got…go, run, go!”
Sure enough, he blasted off, stopped, turned around and beamed, “Oh… actually they make me really fast!” before leaping over a man hole cover at the bus stop for good measure.
“Awesome! You are SO fast!”
Being a parent is a buzz kill sometimes, don’t you think? By that I mean, so many times during the day I find myself saying, “NO!”. No, you can’t climb the shelves of the pantry, three year old. No, you can’t eat fruit roll ups for lunch, four year old. No, you can’t play your new DS until you do your math homework, six year old.
You can’t talk with your mouth full. You can’t “fly” off your brother’s loft bed. You can’t use my floor lamp as a fireman pole. You can’t wear your Mario shirt to church. You can’t sit in the clothes dryer! (Definitely NO!) You can’t play ball in the house… right Carol Brady?
No. Nahnonono. NO!
Buzz.kill. Buzzzzzy buzzz buzzz. Buzz.
I decided I’m going to try to say yes as much as I can, when I can. Saying no as a parent is obviously necessary sometimes. We can’t have the inmates running the asylum. And in a household of climbing, adventure seeking boys, no is literally a safety precaution. But would Cheez-It’s for breakfast once in a while kill them? Would tossing a football in the hallway really rock my world? If a lamp breaks, is it priceless anyway?
There is a gigundo grey area between prison warden and total anarchy, right? And our kids….are not us. They might look like us, they might even act like us (frightening?), but they’re not us. They are their own little selves. Fast or slow, good at math or stuck after school for extra help, fantastic singers or glass breakers, star scorers or bench warmers, they are their own unique selves. If I’m a slow runner, that doesn’t make my kid one.
Our kids are a clean slate. A beginning to a wonderful story that is still unfolding. It’s theirs to write with our help and guidance.
I saw this quote on (cough) Pinterest–it’s attributed to Albert Einstein. I have my doubts about if he really said it, but it doesn’t matter, as the quote is meaningful nonetheless:
“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”
Sometimes I think it’s best to keep our thoughts to ourselves, let our kids go, and watch them fly.
If we tell them they can’t enough, they just might believe us.
If we tell them they can enough, they just might believe us.
And I just checked the box. Cheez-It’s are made with 100% real cheese (only the best for mah babies!), making them a
really not good breakfast indeed!