BFC #19

Parenting Touchy-Twenty-Somethings

So I have the blessing/curse of menu planning and grocery shopping. I plan family dinners for everyone and breakfast/lunch for me and mini me. I ask that the hubs and older one give me their list for their breakfast and lunch. Lately, the hubs and most recently the tall older one (he is back – that is a story for another day… maybe)- come with us. I like having the extra lifting help. BUT even though I ask for what they are looking for- since they are going, they just pick stuff up. This doesn’t bother me if they can plan for themselves.  While I write this, I am eating a small handful of easter milk chocolate cadbury eggs because….

Confession: I pout. I am really good at it sometimes. I am not proud of this.

It is 3 days after grocery shopping. I am missing most, or main ingredients to every lunch I planned for me and mini me. Why? Because they didn’t plan well or at all and crept in on our plans. I know this is selfish – but I am struggling with their lack of planning has now disrupted my plan. I am struggling that if they finished something they couldn’t write it on the pad attached to the fridge, so that when I was at the store 30 minutes ago I could have picked up. But if I am really honest, I am struggling because when I pointed out what happened, I had an expectation. An expectation that they would be sorry or offer to run to the store. Neither happened. So now I am pouting and getting mad- because I am now struggling to get myself to stop pouting.

Question – Do you have moments like this? Does your mood at times get worse because now you are mad at yourself for feeling this way? Any tricks (besides chocolate) you want to share in the comments to pull yourself out?

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BFC #18

Parenting Touchy-Twenty-Somethings

Confession: I am not very good at stillness. (Bedroom food of choice today is Cheeto Crunchy… smh)

I have been struggling with a back issue. I have had many appointments with a wonderful chiropractor and we are progressing. With each appointment we take about 3 steps forward- and between appointments my back muscles take 2 steps back.  So it has been baby steps. I am not good at stillness for extended periods of time. I was caught up on rest (and laying is bad), but not caught up on all those home projects that get neglected during the school year. Usually, I am one who pushes through pain to keep going. However, since the pain has been so bad and progress so slow- I have been still not wanting to scare any progress away.  I really don’t like much tv, can’t seen to get into a book I own, and in denial about my soon starting school year work. I can be cranky between pain, tiredness (not sleeping) and frustration. I have been praying and diving into his word- I am sure I am missing a lesson in all this stillness. So here I am with orange fingers – and my progress on stillness is much like my back… 3 steps forward and 2-4 steps back.

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BFC #17

Parenting Touchy-Twenty-Somethings

Terrible Twos. Terrifying Threes. Ferocious Fours. A piece of cake. I am currently in the parenting season for what I am calling the touchy twenty-somethings. This season means you have to respect the space, yet provide a safe space. Give privacy, yet not too much so that it appears you don’t care. Give advice without being asked BUT only when wanted. Support their wondering lost-hood, yet don’t enable dependancy. Set expectations of “chores” to help contribute to the family unit, but set up in a way not to be perceived as a personal servant.  Requires you to sit and watch the mistakes they are making- sit quietly and not swoop in to fix when they ask.

This is the parenting season of quiet-hood… it can seem lonely – though I KNOW I am not alone. The current state of comparison (facebook, pinterest, instagram, twitter) leaves an image that all the other twenty-somethings are right on track. I look back at my twenties- even when it appeared I had it together – I didn’t, I was finding myself (still trying to find myself). I was one that had it together on the outside- but was a hot mess internally. With this reminder, I am working on sitting back and letting the tall one pave his way, what ever way he decides to try.

Confession: I am not very good at watching head on collisions happen and just sitting as they struggle to clean up the mess. I am praying allot (and eating some ice cream) as he figures out how to fly from the nest, yet again.

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BFC #16

Confession: Yes, right off the bat- right to the point. I had a post ready to be put up today- A bit more serious in nature for my typical bedroom food confessions, but true. It has been nagging on me that it wasn’t quite ready. I struggled yesterday that I was allowing my self doubt to take hold and guide me. I unscheduled the post and scheduled it and unscheduled it. LOL. Then last night something happened – that has given me a flood of thoughts to marinate and add to that post. IT WILL be posted- but not today. 🙂 Stay tuned… surrender to God’s timing … No Self Doubt today (well at least on this topic).

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BFC #15

So our oldest left for basic training in the Air Force today (actually last night).  I. Am. A. Mess. We. Are. A. Mess.

Confession: I am a hard mom. I have high expectations – within reach- but high. I usually don’t waver. This has led to  my kids – knowing that I love them – but not accustomed to touchy, feely, emotion, filled moments. I am the calm – balanced one. So today – the “tall one” leaving – hit me like a ton of bricks. Surprised all of them and quite frankly me.  Don’t ask how I am – know I am a mess- but holding it together and surviving… but please don’t ask, strangely those are the moments I loose it. Seeing him leave on this adventure – has filled me with so much pride. However, so hard to “set him free” and trust that God is watching, protecting, and guiding him.

Isn’t it funny – if you think about it parenting is just one hypocritical moment after another. Our youngest is 8 – we struggle sometimes with his desire for independence completely – and his ability to do some things (like cook his dinner). We can’t wait till he can do this on his own just one night a week – yet in the last 72 hours I have cooked anything and everything under the sun for the “tall one.” When they are young you can’t wait to have a moment where they aren’t yelling ‘mama, mama” and when they are older you miss hearing just one “mama, mama”, “hey you” …anything LOL.

As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem.

Isaiah 66:13

Confession 2: I may or may not have ended up sleeping with the youngest last night- just to watch that angel face sleep – while there is still room for both of us.

Not sure I have enough chocolate stock piled in my “bedroom food.”

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