Thanks to my dear friend for that tag line after she ran 9months big pregnant after her 2yr old who was tearing down the road squealing with delight.
And just by reading the title you already have an image in your mind. Harried. Disheveled. Frantic. Demanding from their toddler, "Why!" Swearing up and down the blue and gray aisles that if kids don't behave soon they'll never see the light of day again!
Yeah. You know them. We judge them then give ourselves a mental pat on the back. We're Target moms.
And then...
* demure daughter is standing on top of the table in the public library screaming because it is fun to hear her own voice echo so loudly.
* what began as a simple request to put a toy away has turned into the next Waco standoff.
* the toddler is leaping/dangling out of the grocery cart while the newborn is screaming, and your purse just vomited all over the floor.
(true stories)
All of a sudden we feel like we should be wearing Faded Glory cut-offs and a great big banana clip.
No matter how put-together we try to appear as a mom, we all have those moments. The kids drank an extra dose of crazy juice and we're at the end. You can feel all eyes on you and how you are going to handle (or not handle) this discipline situation. The crazy part of your brain is swearing up and down those red aisles that this is the last time you'll ever attempt an outing again and the sane part is snorting in disbelief that you mom, yes you, turned this situation into a beast. Did it really need to be?
What I want to know is this: when do you dig in and when do you give in?
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Dig in when it is a matter of keeping them, and you, safe from real danger. Give in when you know they or you are exhausted, sick, distressed. Forget about those labels--you're a WorldTraveler Teacher Mom Who Has Awesome Kids.
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