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What’s a little lie between family

Friday, November 6th, 2009

We try to encourage our kids to be truthful. Evan when they’ve done something they know is wrong and have been caught we try not to overreact. I’d rather they feel comfortable enough to confess when caught versus keep something a secret. I think when kids start to lie it just becomes easier and easier and the lies get bigger and bigger.

But sometimes as a parent a lie comes in handy: No nana is sick today so we can’t go over to her house; broccoli is the super hero’s secret energy snack, shhhh; it’s the school policy that you can’t wear long underwear to school under your pants which are under your skirt.

And now a new lie has unfolded in our house, well, not really a lie, I just haven’t corrected my son on it. My son, like most boys his age, is up to a lot of sneaky tricks. I’ve often caught him jumping on furniture or climbing where he’s not suppose to be. And each time I catch him my son’s is surprised since usually I’m not right there when it happens. He has decided that mom’s have super powers (like God) that enable them to see their kids and what they are doing, no matter where they are. It is true, I can usually tell from the sound or in some cases lack of sound, that my son is up to no good on the second floor of the house.

So now that my son thinks I have this super power to catch him, he doesn’t pull his tricks as often as he use to. If a little white lie stops some of his behaviour, is that so wrong? Or maybe I really do have super powers, which means maybe it’s not a lie at all. Hmm, I think I’m going to go for the super power story.

Have you ever told a little white lie to your kids?

Shut-up and Go to Sleep

Friday, July 17th, 2009

Gotta get to sleep...

Gotta get to sleep...

It’s not a surprise to me anymore when one of my kids wakes me up in the middle of the night. I’ve come to terms with it. It’s a stage all my kids go through and it will pass (and it’s probably not one of those stages I will miss). But having a tiny hand shake you from a sound sleep isn’t the worst part.  The worst part is trying to get back to sleep.

I get up and deal with the night time emergency: bathroom visit, misplaced stuffy, monster in the closet, then I go back to bed. And I lay there. Now I’m awake. I hear everything, especially my husband snoring (and by the way, he swears he doesn’t snore, but I ask you, how would he know?) The more I try to go to sleep the harder it is. My mind starts going through things I should have done today and things I need to do tomorrow. Shut up! At my wits end I took a page out of The Anesthesiologist’s Practice at Home Handbook .* I started to count backwards from 100 (without the drugs of course). A simple thing right? But you know what, it worked. I only remember getting as far as 58. It kept my mind occupied with a mundane task. I guess it got bored with the mundane task and went to sleep.

What do you do to get to sleep?

* The Anesthesiologist’s Practice at Home Handbook is ficticious. So don’t bother searching for it on Amazon. Sorry.

Do you hear that?

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

The laundry is done, kids are in bed and I just settle in for some computer time in front of the TV. Then it happens…

ME: Do you hear that? Is that crying?

HUBBY: Huh?

Of course, what a silly question. I can hear my 2 year old crying in her bed on the next floor down. After all these years I shouldn’t be surprised that my husband doesn’t hear it. I discovered long ago that when you become a mom, you also develop a heightened sense of hearing. Men on the other hand seem to get wax build-up.

It happens all the time. I’m in bed, sound asleep, or as sound asleep as any mom can be, when I hear whispering at the bedroom door. My 7 year old needs to pee. (See she can come from her room down the hall in the dark to wake us up, but she can’t seem to make it to the bathroom on her own. I still don’t get that.) At no immediate response from us, she moves closer, practically standing right beside my husband’s head. I foolishly thought sleeping on the other side of the bed, the side away from the door, would mean the kids would wake my husband up first. I did say foolishly. I’m laying there in the dark wide awake now waiting for my husband to jump out of bed and help, but no, it’s me again. He continues to snore away.

And it’s not just at night. I could be in the basement and my kids will be in the playroom three floors up, fighting about who has the biggest Lego tower. ( I love Lego, but sometimes it can be the cause of more fights). Did I fail to mention my husband is in the family room, the room right beside the playroom, right beside where world war three is breaking out. When I make it up the three flights of stairs to sort things out, I see my husband sitting listening to music, earphones on.

This talent doesn’t just work in the house or with things only your kids say. What about when you’re out in the playground. Somehow I can hear, from across all the screaming, laughing, running kids, a comment another mom is making about my kids.

I sometimes wish I wasn’t the only one in the house shouldering the burden of this new talent. And I guess there are benefits to having this gift, this super-human ability to hear what your kids say or others say about them, I just haven’t figured out what that is yet. If you know, please share.


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