I’d like to think that I’m a pretty good parent. No, I will not put myself into a “great” category because I do mess up. I have on occasion told my children that the toy store was closed as we drove by, (hoping that they wouldn’t notice all the cars in the parking lot) because I didn’t want to spend money on things they didn’t need, or the time it took to look for them. I yell,(I SWEAR I’m working on this one. It’s a process) feed them ramen noodles for lunch…or even dinner, and I let them slide Fridays and they don’t have to take a bath. I feel that parenthood is a time for me to learn, as well as change things.
I feel that I am a pretty strict parent. My children are on a pretty tight schedule during the week and must be in bed by 7:30 if they want 30 minutes of TV before bed, because bedtime is at 8. They are not allowed to watch any movies that are over a PG rating unless Chris and I have watched it and have decided that it is okay for them to watch. Spiderman okay, The Dark Knight…NOT okay. They don’t go outside without a parent. We don’t live in a time where it’s okay to let them roam and play without knowing where they are. In 2007 a child was kidnapped just 5 miles from our home, (he went to school with Peyton) and was found dead. So this is something that I don’t budge on. Peyton would love for me to give him a little more room to run but it scares me to death at the thought of something happening to him.
But I have a secret. My five year old Wyatt is a bright and loving child. He is the comedian of our family and I love him to pieces. I am proud of Wyatt this week because he has given up something that has been a comfort to him at bedtime.
Yes he is 5. It lasted too long. I understood his passion for this piece of latex and plastic and I can’t help to think that I could have done more to coax him to get rid of it sooner. I feel like a horrible parent because he kept it so long. I planned on him giving it up before Rhett was born. He was only 3 then, and I DID try to persuade him that he was a big boy and he needed to give his pasi to his baby brother. I thought it had worked until Rhett was born. I asked Wyatt if he was going to give his pasi to his baby brother and he said, “No it’s mine you can buy him his own.” Because we were stirring up his world with a new baby I thought he might act out if I added more to the mix by taking it away from him. So I thought I would do it that summer…..but I didn’t.
I tried everything, telling him that the pasi fairy would like to have his pasi’s and in exchange she would give him a new toy. He wanted to keep the pasi AND get the toy. I tried to make him go cold Turkey, but his screams were keeping the baby awake, as well as the rest of the family. So I finally came to the understanding that he would give it up one day, even if it was his wedding day.
That day came this week! It has been severely cold here on the coast, not normal for this part of Ga. Wyatt has the worst case of chapped lips that I have ever seen on a child. they bleed, and are so cracked. He cries in pain with them and it absolutely breaks my heart. I told Wyatt that the only way his lips were going to get better was if he slept with chapstick on his lips at night and the pasi would rub it off causing them to get worse. I told him that he was a big boy now and he had to let it go.
He said okay. *Hallelujah*
So Sunday night was Wyatt’s first official night without his beloved pasi. He didn’t cry, or have a sleepless night. It was beautiful. Plus his lips have started to heal, and he notices this.
I will never say I’m a perfect parent. I learn everyday from my children and hope that they will help me get through this time with them as best we can. If he kept his pasi way to long then so what, he’s still a good kid. He finally said goodbye on his own terms and is going to be a better child for it, and I’ll be a better parent because of him.