Life is like an instant pot
I am raising tiny terrorists. My children can go from the most delightful creatures who have my heart bursting with love to something in need of an exorcism in the blink of an eye. In Target? Why not. Church parking lot? Absolutely. At bedtime? After school? During piano lessons? yes. yes. yes. The metamorphosis is uncanny, it happens in an instant and typically without any sign of an inviting cause. My response to this personality hijacking? Hulk-mom
Why? Because #motherhood.
Even the best of families, with the best of intentions, in the best circumstances experience this terrorist activity. DO NOT LET the instagram account fool you. Everyone is suspect.
So how do we learn to manage this without kicking an American Girl doll RV and ‘almost’ breaking our foot? (I’m ready to talk about it). First, we give ourselves GRACE. It actually has nothing to do with us. A friend once told me that kids little brains are firing, developing and learning so many things that it is like a shook snow globe. It’s no wonder they see red sometimes. Poor little terrorists. Getting out of a space of ego and coming more from a place of understanding brings clarity and patience. It may be the difference between the harsh words and the hug. The guilt and the love. The badass mama deposit instead of withdrawal.
Over here at TUF, we don’t believe life is like a box of chocolates. We operate more from the idea that life is like an instant pot. The magic of mixing all kinds of ingredients together to create something beautiful and delicious. Something that fills the home with tantalizing aroma and brings a smile to the face of everyone who enters. Each ingredient brings its own uniqueness, but together, something amazing is magically pulled together just in time for dinner. After all the work, the mixing, the cooking, the creating, when the time comes, we slow release. Sometimes this is challenging because we are running late, we are tired, we had a busy day and we just want to eat, but this is the key to the magic. It is in those few moments of waiting, breathing and anticipating that life (and dinner) get so so sweet.
So next time you are getting ready to ‘fast release,’ forget the count to 10 and breath bullshit that you read about in every parenting book and remember the instant pot. Sink into the savory goodness of the wait and declare “I’ve got this.”
We believe in you.