My name is Amanda Braschuk. I’ve been married to my amazing husband Paul for 5 years, together for 8. He works away from home which can make life a little crazy when I’m parenting solo. My daughter Zoey is 2.5 years old, she is the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen. My son Asher is one, he is incredibly handsome and really mischievous. I also have two dogs who think they are human, which is only fair because in this house fur babies are family too!
Children are complex tiny creatures. It takes an abundance of patience, deep breaths, eye rolling and understanding to parent. I marvel in awe at their incredible personalities. Often I find myself lost on how to figure out these little beings I produced. Aiming to keep in mind they are discovering our world through fresh absorbing eyes, every now and then I can’t comprehend the things they say or do.
What they are inclined to put in their mouths! My daughter wasn’t very troublesome in regards to mouth exploration but my son is ruthless. He puts EVERYTHING in his mouth. Sometimes he will wait until he’s dipped his hand in the toilet (who wouldn’t) but nevertheless, it is going in his mouth. He isn’t picky, whether its dirty laundry, shoes or the stick the dog chews on, he will desire a taste. Dirt!! I get it, a rite of passage for kids, they eat dirt. I know I sampled my fair share more than once but he revels in mouthfuls. Mouth. Full. Of dirt! I don’t understand. It surely doesn’t taste good and it can’t feel good either. I have observed him regretful afterwards, waving his fingers at his tongue to get it out. I bring his water bottle for him to rinse his mouth. Do you know what happens when you mix water with dirt? Google: how much mud is safe for a toddler to swallow?
The thoughts they have are puzzling. Who would ever conceive the notion of wiping your nose would entail emptying an entire box of Kleenex and ensuring every room of the house is equipped with its own supply of tissue? My daughter, that’s who. Perhaps I should be impressed with her reasoning, did she figure how convenient it would be to reach under the fridge for a loose tissue instead trudging to the bathroom? I have a feeling her motivation was a little different than I imagined. If you didn’t know, a similar concept applies to toilet paper use. More than less, unraveling half to a full roll should suffice your needs. I believe this is a matter of effectiveness rather than convenience. Although, wrapping her brother and part of the dog influence the usage equation so I can’t help wonder if she has an ulterior motive.
Their uncontrollable passion for everyday details we consider insignificant. The purple spoon can never, under any circumstance, be used for rice. Unless, it’s Tuesday and supper is 15 minutes later than usual and the purple spoon is dirty then it is most certainly used for rice. It’s rather shocking the disastrous outcomes capable of resulting once an unacceptable utensil is offered. Of course, disagreeable behaviours are not limited to cutlery alone. My son once cried for 10 minutes because he couldn’t unload an empty washing machine. Fingers crossed his enthusiasm for laundry will continue into adolescence but I won’t hold my breath. During breakfast my daughter absolutely unraveled because her brother was staring at her Cheerios. Three days later she was extremely insulted when he wouldn’t look. Did you know the wrong flavoured yogurt can prompt ear piercing screams? Spoiler alert: I selected the wrong facecloth for bath time.
Our responsibility as parents is not to decipher odd and unpredictable manners. We are to lead them, teach them right from wrong and, on occasion, give in and wash the dirty green plate because evidently it’s the only way the grill cheese will be enjoyable. Kids will be kids, they eat dirt, they make messes and their miseries are all consuming. Acknowledging opportunities to introduce proper behaviour is essential in helping them identify their crazy big world. I had my daughter help clean up the Kleenex. Surprisingly, to her this seemed to be as pleasurable as emptying the box in the first place. I may not understand why my youngsters do certain things but I admire their innocence and never-ending bliss found in simple matters. There won’t be an explanation for everything, nor does there have to be. We can’t expect to understand someone who has yet to figure out themselves and their environment.
Be patient, take a deep breath, roll your eyes if you have to and go wash the red cup because it’s almost lunchtime and you can’t serve milk in something blue.