I spent the first few months of my son's life telling him that, "this is not a democracy, it is a Dictatorship and what I say goes!" It wasn't until two days ago that I realized that I had it wrong... totally wrong.
I would like to believe that I am in control over my life and my son's life, but I believe now that I am not the one in control at all. He is. Sean spends his days doing what I THINK I want him to do, but I'm not so sure of that anymore. All this time I thought I decide when he eats. I decide when he sleeps. I decide when he gets a bath. I decide what he wears. But then two days ago, I realized I was living a dream. He doesn't sleep because I make him, he sleeps because he's tired and it's nap time. If he doesn't want to sleep then he doesn't. He screams and cries till I go back in and get him... then he smiles. He doesn't eat when I want him to. He eats at the normal time (a schedule is wonderful) and because he is hungry. If he doesn't want to eat he sure as hell lets me know by batting the spoon away, turning his head, (or my personal favorite) sticking his tongue out and letting the food fall out of his mouth all down his front. I don't sleep when I want to but sleep around his schedule. If I want a nap, it's only for as long as HE wants it to be, not vice-versa. Are you kidding me? I would never wake a sleeping baby... even if I was ready to move onto the next part of my day! He lets me dress him in whatever, but really? Does that really affect how he conducts his business? Does the way he rules my world and life really change based on whether he is wearing a bug onsie or a Putt-Putt T-shirt? Nope. He still does pretty much what he wants and I just get to help.
I love my son and don't misunderstand this to be complaining. I think it is hilarious that all this time I thought I was in control when really it's me doing whatever HE wants to do. Ha ha ha.
I love that kid more than life itself... but really...?
Can we please change to a Democracy?
I would like to believe that I am in control over my life and my son's life, but I believe now that I am not the one in control at all. He is. Sean spends his days doing what I THINK I want him to do, but I'm not so sure of that anymore. All this time I thought I decide when he eats. I decide when he sleeps. I decide when he gets a bath. I decide what he wears. But then two days ago, I realized I was living a dream. He doesn't sleep because I make him, he sleeps because he's tired and it's nap time. If he doesn't want to sleep then he doesn't. He screams and cries till I go back in and get him... then he smiles. He doesn't eat when I want him to. He eats at the normal time (a schedule is wonderful) and because he is hungry. If he doesn't want to eat he sure as hell lets me know by batting the spoon away, turning his head, (or my personal favorite) sticking his tongue out and letting the food fall out of his mouth all down his front. I don't sleep when I want to but sleep around his schedule. If I want a nap, it's only for as long as HE wants it to be, not vice-versa. Are you kidding me? I would never wake a sleeping baby... even if I was ready to move onto the next part of my day! He lets me dress him in whatever, but really? Does that really affect how he conducts his business? Does the way he rules my world and life really change based on whether he is wearing a bug onsie or a Putt-Putt T-shirt? Nope. He still does pretty much what he wants and I just get to help.
I love my son and don't misunderstand this to be complaining. I think it is hilarious that all this time I thought I was in control when really it's me doing whatever HE wants to do. Ha ha ha.
I love that kid more than life itself... but really...?
Can we please change to a Democracy?
1 comment:
Haha don't worry it is just because he is a baby.When he gets a little bigger you can go back to making him do what you want him to.Hopefully LOL.
At least he is a cute adorable dictator LOL.
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