"Patience. Just have patience."
I think that's something I must tell myself about 100 times a day. Living in a space of around 30 feet long and 10 feet wide, I feel like everything is magnified. The kids noise, their arguing, the jumping and rough-housing, all the things kids love to do feels about 10x bigger and louder.
Think. Then Speak.
I've had to learn to keep calm and really think before I speak. I know this is something all parents must do but I've been learning more and more that it's a total choice to think about what is about to come out of our mouths, not just the words but the tone also.
It would be so easy for me (and so tempting) to scream at my kids who are 5 feet across the room and say "Stop! Whatever you're doing that's annoying me just stop!!" But in this new way of life I'm really trying to choose how I react to the situation. Do they need energy out? Or do they want my attention? Or are they just trying to drive me insane? I think this is the case most the time. I know I have my little ones all to myself for a short time in life, so I want to try to enjoy all that it brings, the good the bad and the ugly.
Moms are amazing.
Luckily kids are forgiving and resilient, because there are so many times I fail. I hope they remember the laughter, the fun and the hugs and kisses. Not the countless times I've lost control or said harsh words. I hope they see me as always working on myself, and that it's ok to fail. There's always tomorrow for a new fresh start.
I'm thankful for the changes they've brought out in me and the mom they've made me become. I think being a mom is one of the most amazing things, and we're pretty amazing people too. If your kids are cool, pat yourself on the back because you had a part in that, and that's a big deal.