Monday was a rough day at our house. I had two tween girls who were recovering from a band trip where they didn't get enough sleep. Need I say more? The afternoon was full of frustration and tears. I finally sent everyone to bed early and sat down on the couch feeling discouraged about my parenting skills. Or, I should say the lack thereof. As my kids get older I feel more and more clueless about what I am doing. I am just guessing and then second guessing and sometimes third guessing (yes, it's a thing).
As I sat on the couch, Taylor emerged from the stairs in her floral nightgown. She was frowning and proceeding to explain that she couldn't stop thinking scary thoughts. I immediately let out a sigh of relief combined with a jump for joy. Bad dream and scary thought? I knew how to fix that. She snuggled up next to me and I gave her some advice. Then, I told her that singing a primary song helps a lot. We sang three. A few minutes later I sent her to bed smiling where she promptly fell asleep. My mood had changed too. I felt like a competent and useful mother.
I am so grateful for five year olds and their simple problems. Life with little ones definitely has it challenges, but it also has so many blessings. With little kids, I could meet all their basic needs everyday. A small misbehavior could be cured by a time out or a nap. There were lots of hugs and "I love yous" daily. There was so much more confidence in my mothering abilities. Most days I felt tired, but successful.
My older kirs are so much fun too! I can see the freedom and joy that I can feel with older kids. I get a glimpse of that between the drama. But, on Monday, I was especially grateful for my sweet five year old and her simple problems. Heavenly Father sent her down the stairs to teach me and help me.
