I said “NO” so many times yesterday, the fact that I wrote this article makes me laugh. Around 6:00 PM last night, neighbors could have heard Eliza screaming at the top of her lungs while I grapled with her outside until, finally victorious, I dragged her into the house kicking like a wind-up toy. She had hit her sister (unprovoked) and I had seen it (unbeknownst to her). She spent the rest of the evening in her bedroom until she went to sleep. Sami and Ali kept falling apart – tearful over things like the color of their cup and a fork falling off the table. The long days of summer, swimming lessons, and no naps finally nipped us in the behind.
I was out of patience. They were out of sorts. And together, we were pretty much out of commission.
Obviously, I am a work in progress – never lacking in lofty ideals – but ever slugging along. Yesterday? It was two steps back.
But I still love the idea of saying yes. Yes to those first fragile moments when I see my children’s imaginations ignite. Yes when I want to curb, cut-out, or cut-short – just to spare myself some clean-up.
Lately (not yesterday) I’ve been saying yes to this.
Yes to mud pies, more walks outside, and spiders in the refrigerator (you’ll have to read about that one). I wrote about my experience with saying yes over at Power of Moms a few weeks back. Join the discussion there if you’d like. Or answer a question for me here.
Do you find yourself saying “No” a lot? Is it hard for you to say “Yes”? When you do, what have you noticed about your children… and yourself?