Mother's Day

If you are expecting a post about how glorious Mother's Day was, then this isn't it.

I did start the day to some wonderful Mother's Day cards from the boys, Brent, and even our dog :) We had a wonderful morning at church. I could write a book on our Sunday school class alone, but I'll save that for another time. The entire family then went out to eat together and enjoyed the fellowship. Brooks went home with my parents and Brent went with his mom to visit his brother and family. So it was just me and Reese.

We went home, both took a nap, and then watched Enchanted together. (He loves that movie.)

Then the whining, "hyperness", and arguing started and continued until bed time. He didn't want "that" kind of juice for snack. He didn't want chocolate chip Teddy Grahams for snack, he wanted the graham cracker ones. A three year old doesn't understand the need to finish a box before opening a new one. He cried and cried when I dressed him for Sunday night church and then lost it when I tried to put sandals on him.
At church, we have a little singing type class for the little kids before church. I told him he could go to it but he needed to sit by his brother and not touch anyone else and sing. He walked up to where the class was, jumped around in front of his brother, pretend punched a couple of kids and never quite sat down. I walked up there and grabbed him by the elbow as I heard sounds of "Oh" as I passed by other adults. I took him out and disciplined him. Since it was my night in the nursery and his daddy was out of town with his mom, he was then given the choice to go sit by my mother and look at the things in his bag, or sit in a chair in the nursery and not play. He chose to sit and not play! So for one hour he sat every way he could think of in that chair.

Supper was another fiasco. I won't bore you even more with the details.

So, it reminds me that motherhood isn't always sunshine and roses. Sometimes it is thunderstorms and weeds. That is all part of it though. One day this argumentative, stubborn nature will serve him well.

I will tell you one thing though, days like Sunday make mornings where he needs just one more hug or one more kiss before I leave for work a lot sweeter.

I can live with that :)