A Weekend of Mayhem

I don’t know about anyone else but being a mother of a 4-year-old is a lot of work. This past weekend was a tough one because I had so much to do around the house and I wasn’t feeling all that well…and none of this mattered to my son. He still wanted to carry on life as usual. He wanted to play…and play rough. He wanted to eat…and was very picky about what and when exactly he wanted to eat. His desires and my desires were on two different pages…all weekend.

And then comes Chuck E. Cheese…the place where a kid can be a kid. Really? Not my son. He had a birthday party of one of his classmates he was invited to. I reluctantly agreed to take him. He clung to me for dear life while all the other kids were being kids. Why was he so clingy you ask? Because he has this phobia of mascots. The moment we walked in his focus was on NOT seeing Chuck E. Cheese. He stomped and he cried, cried and he stomped to stay AWAY from the mascots on the stage (who by the way cannot move). To stay as far AWAY as possible from Chuck E. Cheese. I tell you, it was so aggravating. I maintained my cool as best as I could but it still irritated me.

And then I reminded myself (hours later while at home), he is 4-years-old. He flies by the seats of his initial emotions. His ability to control himself with a rational thought (“Mommy has a lot of work to do, let me go play by myself” or “This big thing they call Chuck E. Cheese is not going to eat me alive”) is VERY limited at this age and stage in life. So who needs to get a grip? Mom. And then I laugh at myself and re-commit to have empathy and think like a 4-year-old.

Have a great day, Moms.
Aurellia