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Parenting with less grace. Remedies

I have been struggling with some of Emma’s behaviour lately. Or maybe not only lately but my reactions have become more dramatic and anything to be proud of. I shout and I smack. There, I said it. I do it in certain circumstances and I thought I might be brave and share them with you just in case other mothers struggle with the same things.

1. My number one trigger is TIREDNESS. Both mine and hers. When we’re both tired and short-fused and when I expect Emma to sleep and she plays up(quite expertly lately, I must add!) I lose it. And it’s not a pretty sight. Remedy: stick to a sleeping routine even if it’s painstakingly difficult to do it. Reinforce your words and actions(thank you, Supernanny!) until the child understands you mean business. Even if that means putting her back into her bed 100 times until she’s dead tired of playing the same boring game. AVOID sleepover with relatives less aware of routine/unwilling/unsupportive.

2. BOREDOM. Yeap, we’re all guilty of it as mothers. I struggle with it especially since I come from a family where my mum worked from when we were six months old and the working values are very deeply engrained in my consciousness. There were no stay-at-home mums in the Communist times and I was was raised programmed to believe a working mum is worthy-er that a non-working mum. Remedy: if you’re a Christian I would recommend a book that totally challenged my perception of motherhood recently. When a Mother Follows Christ, by Katie Hoffman is an eye opener for all of us mums who were raised in non-Christian homes and trying to do the best we can by our children without any role models. Bottom line: align your life with God’s design for your life;if you chose to be a mum, you chose to live a life worthy to be modelled by your children. “True love has right priorities” says the author, referring to the fact that as long as you understand that your children come first to you as a mum(and not yourself) you will have the strength to raise them into sane individuals who know their worth from a very early age. Hoffman warns against “the grass in greener on the other side” mentality and the constant struggle we have as mums to see our job as “worthwhile” while others around us are building more palpable things such as careers, businesses…etc.

3. LACK OF SUPPORT. There are days I feel I am battling it all alone. It was a relief to discover there are other mums honest enough to write about their struggles with the same issues. Just the other days Alissa at Creative with Kids shared a heart-breaking letter from a mum dealing with parenting rage. The response her post got was amazing and put me at ease knowing that I am not alone. Remedy: enrol your husband/partner in supporting you in disciplining the little ones and speak kind words over you when you’re stressed. If he’s not willing/able/present then enrol a friend with whom you can share your struggles and who can encourage you in your weak moments. In the same post someone suggested counselling if you come from a background with a lot of issues. I am all for it as long as you’ve done your research and the counsellor has(again, I am partial, please excuse me) a Christian theology and a LOT of experience.

All in all, remember: you’re a great mum and you’re doing the best you can. When your best is less then what it’s meant to be, take action, seek help and support and rest assured, you’re not alone!! All my respect for all mums out there!!

Your children are yours to raise and your mothering job nothing to demean or take lightly.

Random thoughts

I have been wishing for another child for a while. Convincing hubby is another story given the rough start with Emma, his being self-employed and working all hours and what I call a man-characteristic fear of  increased responsibility. This post is not to give you the good news I managed to convince him but just to reminiscence over Emma’s growth through pictures from my old phone. The quality may not be great, but the cuteness is extreme, be warned :-)!

P.S. – Emma is doing a much better job at convincing daddy anyway, she has been carrying this baby doll around for the past two days,cuddling and kissing it and meeting its every need and melting his heart…

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Waiting for my mummy

Mum visiting us in Belfast,Christmas 2009

As we speak, my mummy should be arriving in Thessaloniki;she  is visiting us for a few weeks. Her love gave her strength to face a 17-hour bus trip and come and see us.

I can’t wait to spend time with her. To take her to the beach and show her how well Emma can swim. To take her to laiki(open market) and do the shopping together. To take her with us(Emma and I while hubby is working) and spend the day in Ikea looking for bargains. To spend the evenings together watching Greek T.V. To witness her experience yet another culture and take joy in it.

I love my mum. She has been my pillar and my strength since I can remember. And I am happy she’s healthy and well and we’ll be able to enjoy Greece together for a few days. Kalinixta everybody!!

 

Rejuvenation, reconnection and reflection time

There are three reasons I always look forward to our “time away” as a couple.
The first is rejuvenation. We get time to sleep and awake according to our natural body clocks, time to enjoy a few meals uninterrupted and time to sunbathe without worrying about armbands, sunscreen and routines.

We also get to reconnect with each other. We don’t get a lot of quality couple time at home because there is always work, computers and tantrums to get in the way. I especially treasure drives as a couple as I can speak to Alex about things that have been on my mind, about books I’ve read and we get the time to plan the future, short and long term…
As an introvert I especially appreciate my reflection time during our breaks. This is for me precious time when I allow myself to switch off completely from worries,cares and miscellaneous. This is the time God uses to speak to me about the future, giving comfort, guidance and encouragement. During our last couple retreat my blog prayfully came into being.
Well, that’s me clocking off now. Time for more precious relaxation.
Wishing you all a lovely evening, talk tomorrow!

Visiting grandparents and routine chaos

We made it safe to Patra to my in-laws. The seven-hour journey went better than expected as Emma fell asleep at her usual time and woke up only for half an hour when we arrived in my in-laws house around 1 a.m. What really didn’t go well(and it never goes well, every time we have visited them in the summer) was the afternoon nap. It must be the heat or the excitement of seeing them or the change or…but Emma goes from perfect sleeper to crazy sleep-deprived maniac when we come over.  I have been wrecked after a cold and two nights of going to bed at 2 a.m. and have been soo looking forward to having a siesta today,especially since the temperatures soared to 40 Celsius. No such luck for me but…I tried EVERYTHING to coax her into sleeping  and so did her dad, from speaking softly to making threats to leaving her in her room for 10 minutes to cry it off to pretending we were both asleep to taking her into our bed to… Nothing worked and it made me realise what a strong willed child I have. She is the sweetest kid but when she falls off the sleep wagon she goes it with gusto. I got a glimpse of what she’s going to be as an adult: determined, fearless, undefeated. I love all these traits in her and I know they will make her go far in life but when it bring us head to head it’s less pleasant…

Anyway, she did a full shift today from 8 a.m., had a meltdown at the beach after she swam with Papou for undetermined reasons and finally clocked in unsolicited(almost) at 10.30 p.m.

We are taking off for our couple break in the morning so all I can hope is that she is going to fall into rhythm again for her Giagia and Theia who will be looking after her. Next post will be from Zante/Zakynthos. Talk to you tomorrow, have a lovely rest everyone, I know I sure will!!

One of my favourite pictures of Emma form when she was a baby.