I'm sitting here watching Kaden sleep (yes I'm typing this while watching him sleep...he fell asleep in his car seat on the way home from Grandma's house) I realize he is going to be mad at me when he stirs and realizes I left him sleeping in his car seat. It doesn't matter that I'm sitting next to him as he snoozes its just the fact that he is sleeping in that seat while NOT in a car that's really going to burn him up.
--pause--
That's my boy...as soon as I typed it he woke up. Mad? Oh yeah! But, I can't bring myself to disrupt his dreams. I'm realizing that is another HUGE part of parenting that starts from the day your child is born until the day they bury you...not only NOT disrupting or getting in the way of their dreams but almost encouraging, nudging them, or...more like PUSHING THEM towards them. Not because you want them to be madly rich, powerful, successful...but you want them to be HAPPY. Because although Kaden cried when he realized he was in that chair...after he saw my face, saw that I was right there to help him out of it, I got one of the BEST side grins out of him. The one that says "yeah I know I was just crying Ma but, you have me now so I'm good".
So I'm ok with Kaden being mad at me every once in a while because it's my job to remind him to dream while he can. As long as he knows he has my support in every dream that creeps into his head. Pretty powerful stuff when these realizations hit. Being a parent does this to you. Makes you step back and look at how this ONE little action, this ONE little decision to either let the child sleep and dream or get him up and ready for bed, this one hug, this one "I Love You" changes him. Molds him. And I'm responsible for the shape and outcome. Powerful.
Quote of the day:
"If you have never been hated by your child you have never been a parent." ~Bette Davis
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