If you are a parent, not just a nerd parent, we've all had what some call "Teachable" or "Oh Shit" moments with our children. If you see the picture above, you know what I'm talking about. Well, there is a video going round social media right now involving 2 toddlers and a WHOLE bag of flour.
Now, it's pretty easy to judge this mom with "WHY ARE FILMING THIS? COMMENCE WITH THE SPANKIN'S!" (confession: I thought and said that). Another friend said "Probably because she's still in shock!" I couldn't argue that. Why not? Because I've been there.
OMG. Nerdism aside, if you've ever raised toddlers, you know at least one moment like this. I haven't yet raised a teen, but I'm going out on a limb and just say that this stage of kid raising is THE MOST FRUSTRAITING! Some people will say "Aww. My toddler was never this bad. Those were my favorite times with my child. That and when they were babies." I'm going to call those people out. Yeah, little kids are awesome in their innocence of how the world works and the way they talk but the other half of the time, they are little balls of rebel scum.
|Put that hand down or I'm chopping it off|
My husband and I both got hit with the Noro Virus (Read: Gut Rot) that was going around. We couldn't keep our contents to ourselves nor did we have the energy to keep up with the midget. At one point, I felt so bad I had to go to the hospital so I called my Great Aunt to sit with the monster until I got back. 2 bags of IV fluid later for extreme dehydration, I'm home but shaky. My Great Aunt left and I'm the only "awake" adult to even pretend to be mindful of a toddler. Around this time, kiddo had discovered how to get on top of the dining table. We were always having to tell him to get down and stop. This time, he had gotten on top of the table, dancing as he would and all I could muster was a squeek of "luke..stahp. luke...no. fahk!" In which I gave up trying, but cried about it. I had no one else to call and take him for the day. When it comes to my family, they are either too old, too busy, or too far away to be helpful. In the end, I had no choice but to let him have run of the house. By dinner time, I got a little more steady on my feet to get up and get to the kitchen. Big mistake. At one point, the kid had found a Sharpie Marker and just had his RUN on the WHITE Cabinets. He also had gotten up onto the counters via drawers and just had a time in the cabinets. He, too found the flour and made a mess (not as much as the video thank GOD!) but he found himself stuff to get into and used various cans and spice/herb containers to use as building blocks. Bless his heart, he reorganized those baking items. By bed time, I had broken down and cried. As for Matt, he slept through it all. That next morning, I had to clean it all up myself as well. I couldn't even punish the kid for it because the moment for punishment was long past. I tell you what though. It wouldn't be the last "teachable" moment either. It was just one of my more memorable.
So, we parents can give other parents guff about their teachable moments because we've all been there and learned our lessons. We have learned to fear The Silence like Doctor Who during an escapade with The Ponds.
|These are how many times I haven't learned my lesson|
and left the child alone for even a second.
Never Trust the Silence.