There is something special about being a mom that makes everyone go from content to whiney when we enter the room. Last night, like many nights, I returned from work to be met at the door with a baby whining for milk and my younger dog whining for water, attention, to go potty, because her toy was too close to the elder dog...
My husband says everyone was playing happily up until that moment the door opened. I believe him. As a nanny I saw it all the time too. There is just something special about mom coming home that makes a child, even a fur-baby, remember there are plenty of things they don't have that they want.
I call it the Mom Curse but really it is a special, if unappreciated, honor. You see it is the acknowledgement that mom can do anything. We are magic that way. It is the child's acknowledgement that mom has the power to grant (nearly) all wishes. See how I turned that around?
It is that special spin that allows me to find humor in this situation. I simply imagine going *POOF* and the need is met. Imagine a giant boob appearing from the sky to dribble some milk. Imagine toys raining from the sky on my dogs head and, though she would still want the one that was closer to her sister, it would make her jump for joy. The whining would stop and magic would win. It gives me a good chuckle and then I assess the real situation and give some snuggles and cuddles.
I'm grateful to find humor. I'm grateful to have a great imagination. I'm grateful for the movie The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. I'm grateful to know my real life has plenty of value, adventure, and love to fill it. And I'm grateful to still enjoy a good, imagined, plot twist. I'm grateful to laugh and I'm grateful for how good it feels when I do. I'm grateful to be a mom.
How do you find humor in situations like these? How do you choose to respond when something frustrating presents itself?
May today help us reframe our thoughts to something positive. May we laugh instead of screaming. Have a beautiful day!
My husband says everyone was playing happily up until that moment the door opened. I believe him. As a nanny I saw it all the time too. There is just something special about mom coming home that makes a child, even a fur-baby, remember there are plenty of things they don't have that they want.
I call it the Mom Curse but really it is a special, if unappreciated, honor. You see it is the acknowledgement that mom can do anything. We are magic that way. It is the child's acknowledgement that mom has the power to grant (nearly) all wishes. See how I turned that around?
It is that special spin that allows me to find humor in this situation. I simply imagine going *POOF* and the need is met. Imagine a giant boob appearing from the sky to dribble some milk. Imagine toys raining from the sky on my dogs head and, though she would still want the one that was closer to her sister, it would make her jump for joy. The whining would stop and magic would win. It gives me a good chuckle and then I assess the real situation and give some snuggles and cuddles.
I'm grateful to find humor. I'm grateful to have a great imagination. I'm grateful for the movie The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. I'm grateful to know my real life has plenty of value, adventure, and love to fill it. And I'm grateful to still enjoy a good, imagined, plot twist. I'm grateful to laugh and I'm grateful for how good it feels when I do. I'm grateful to be a mom.
How do you find humor in situations like these? How do you choose to respond when something frustrating presents itself?
May today help us reframe our thoughts to something positive. May we laugh instead of screaming. Have a beautiful day!
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