I recently went to an event with my tiny human. It was a beautifully sunny afternoon, and decided to go to a promotional thingy. It was all so well laid out with an ‘Alice in Wonderland’ theme. What child wouldn’t enjoy this?!? Mine.
The tiny one was instantly shy when she walked in the door. (The same child who literally didn’t stop singing “with a knock-knack Paddy Whack” the whole way in the car. At the top of her little lungs).
The first task was a race against “The Mad Hatter” on a bouncy thing. She didn’t want to do it, so I decided to be “that Mom”, the one who would grab a bouncy thing by the ears and jump up and down like a lunatic (completely out of breath, make-up melting from my face) to encourage her to join in. She did.
We went on to the next stage, and she had to crawl through a tunnel, which again she was reluctant to do, so I decided to be “that Mom“, who practically lay on the floor, (I realised my derrière wasn’t going to fit through it) low enough for her to see me, and stuck my head in the top of the tunnel to encourage her to come to me. She did.
I realised that day, there were so many other occasions where I became “that Mom“. The one who would act so ridiculous, so childish, so silly, if it meant she would just try. I didn’t care what I looked like, what people thought. I’ve battled with this one quite a lot. I don’t like to “force” her to do things she doesn’t want to do, but sometimes she really does need some gentle persuasion… Some times she just needs to see that it’s going to be alright, it will be fun, or enjoyable. So sometimes (only sometimes) I really have to be “that Mom“, who gets her face painted at a child’s party, just so my tiny one will sit with a stranger and let her do hers. She needs to know that sometimes we have to do things that make us feel a little bit uncomfortable… She will need to when she’s older, to get her through life.
We are so quick to judge others, to comment on each other’s way of raising our children. It works for us, and to me, that is really all that matters. So for now, I will be “that Mom“. I will hold her hand in mine, and give her the gentle push she needs, just to help her be a little bit braver. 💕