The longer I’m a parent, the longer I think we should be given the powers of a Super Hero. Hell I’d even wear a bloody cape and hot pants if it meant I’d have some super powers to help me through those tough days.
Don’t get me wrong, my little boy is an absolute dream to be with, to look after & spend my days with, but on his off days, and let’s face it, all kids have them, it is hard.
If I could choose? I’d be a mind reader. Ethan is 19 months at the moment and so he can’t quite talk, but he knows his own mind and knows what he wants, but the poor little mite can only point & frown at me to try & tell me. Nothing makes me feel more useless than not knowing what my little boy wants. I’m his Mum, should I not just know?!
It’s been particularly tricky this last week. Not only has he had a cold but it’s been that bloody hot that trying to get food into him has been mission impossible. Now I know I don’t eat much when it’s hot but that doesn’t matter because I know when I’M hungry and I know when I’M okay. But how am I meant to know Ethan is when he can’t tell me? Instead I end up with small piles of all different kinds of leftover foods scattered about the kitchen, all the while resisting the urge to put them into my own mouth whilst desperately trying to find something to tempt him with.
This lasted about four days this week. On the fifth day he ate his entire dinner and no word of a lie I could have done a lap of the street with my knickers on my head I was that happy. The RELIEF. He ate his dinner. He’s OK!
So if I was named as Supermummy and was given the choice of a superpower I would choose to read my little tot’s mind. Because then he wouldn’t be frustrated & neither would I.
Until then, I suppose I will just have to pretend. So then…about that cape & those hot pants……
How have you coped with this kind of situation. Do share your tips below….please?! 😉