I know it’s not a competition…we all have our stresses and worries.
Someone’s having difficulty getting their kid to stay upon the potty and believe me, I know…it’s a miserable task…I’ve been there. Three times of begging…the odd celebration, more often than not…the disappointment of putting the diaper back on so they could wet it again.
It’s seriously not a competition.
I know that right now, at this moment, someone is dealing with tired eyes…unable to get it together as they’d been up all night. A crying child refusing to rest. The tears and tantrums…the screams and thrashing…and that’s just from Mom. I’ve been there, three times…begging and praying they’ll outgrow this stage faster than the one before as the exhaustion is simply unbearable.
Right now, this very moment, someone’s wiping crayon off the wall, dealing with a child who bites, one who whines, one who doesn’t share, refuses to walk and won’t stop climbing.
There’s a man right now putting bolts on the back of the dresser for fear their child will pull it down upon himself. When he’s done, he’ll attach those fancy drawer locks to the kitchen cupboards placing all the dangerous items up high, fill the outlets with those little plastic plugs, then wrap a pool noodle around the edge of the fireplace so his precious child won’t split his head on the edge of the hearth.
I know it’s not a competition…we all have stresses and worries when it comes to raising our children.
Keeping them safe.
But right now, at this moment, my kid is exploring Amsterdam…and I’d do anything to turn back time…so I could worry about the little things.