It was one of those days.
I just couldn't win with Master P yesterday morning. No request was too small for him to pitch an epic power struggle over, in classic Two (forget what I said here) form. I could have used a suit of armor (pink, of course) to protect me from the flailing arms and legs tantrum-ing throughout our morning.
By lunchtime - a meal out with friends we had to leave due to yet another tantrum - I was exhausted and out of ideas. I'd tried timeouts and bribes and negotiations and prayer, I checked his temperature to see if a fever or demonic possession was to blame, all to no avail. My inner French parent was rioting, inelegantly screaming, "NON NON NON" in time with the wee CEO's "NO NO NO". I wanted to cry, Master P was crying . . . we were a hot mess.
|Up a tree, up a creek . . . whatever metaphor you use, we were a mess.|
Then I did something I hadn't done since Master P was but a wee newborn. Utterly spent and seeing that we both badly needed a break, I scooped him up and deposited him in his crib, thinking I'd return in ten minutes after taking a few deep, cleansing breaths
And . . . . then he fell asleep. Turns out he's still adjusting to the time change from our California adventure and, duh, needed a nap (hallelujah!).
I had to laugh, or did once I got that much needed cry out of my system - after all, laughter through tears is my favorite emotion (name that movie!). How often do I learn (and forget, and re-learn . . .) this lesson, that only through surrender, through admitting that I'm out of ideas and strength and just need a break already, has the right answer appeared, even if - often - despite myself?
From religion to relationships, from careers to child rearing, I've experienced this time and again . . . once I give up the notion of having The Right Answers myself and step away for clarity, sure enough the solution usually makes itself apparent. It's not always as swift as it was yesterday, of course, but - sometimes there's victory in an apparent defeat, isn't there?
Here's to naps and epiphanies, in whichever order they may come your way. Forever and ever, amen.
Anyone else care to share a similar tale here? Advice for our Twos of Great Terror set?