My dear friend in NC, whom is pregnant with her 6th baby right now, tried to warn me that the third child is what makes or breaks you in the kid department. I shleffed her off when she would tell her warnings, thinking that baby #3 was going to be 5 years younger then his brother, I could handle this one. Plus, I had this mom thing down, right???
Okay, I admit it. I'll say it outloud and I'll write it for the world to hear.
I. Was. Wrong.
Yeppers, I was wrong. Totally wrong. Just when you think you have the mom thing down, God throws a little monkey into the whole business and makes you realize that you always need daily grace in parenting.
The Little General, he can throw the charm on. Of course, he bats his baby blues, snuggles into my arms and plays bashful if you talk with him. But the minute I let him loose, he runs waving his hands up in the air like a chimp and yells loudly. If I pick him up, he screams ~ blood. curdling. makes your ears ring. screaming.
Non of my children ever screamed like this.
Please God, let non of my next children scream like this.
Of course, for as confident as I come off in parenting and what ever else you may think, when this babe is screaming and running around in say, a moms meeting at church during the guest speakers message, my mind plays tricks on me with the thoughts of others.
"Get that child under control..."
"Isn't that her third kid?"
"Do you think she knows what she is doing?"
"You are kidding me, she says she wants more?"
I choose to giggle to myself and keep a reminder of the fact that this too shall end. Even if I did strap him down to a chair or placed a leash on him, he'd still scream. In the meantime, I'm considering an investment in ear plugs and wishing for a little more success in the weightloss department as I tackle down my Little General!