Cutie Pie sat down in his baby pool and immediately began to wail. He did not like it and he wanted out NOW! I knew that once he spent time in the pool he would love it. After all, he loves bath time. But I also knew that he was never going to change his mind about the pool if he associated it with crying so I quickly scooped him up. He got hugs and kisses until he was happy again. Then being the sneaky Mommy I am, I sat with him in the pool. But Cutie Pie knew I was up to something and the second his little tushy got wet, the crying started all over again.
Daddy was devastated. He had been waiting patiently with the camera pointed at Cutie Pie this whole time. He was imagining all the great shots he would get of a laughing baby splashing in the sun. The pictures he did take, I later deleted. I don't particularly want to remember Cutie Pie's tears.
After Cutie Pie had taken his break for a respectable amount of time, I sat him down to play on the porch while I dragged the little baby pool over to him. Cutie Pie and I sat next to the pool for a while and he watched me play with the pool toys. When he showed some interest, I gave the toys to him. Then after a while I picked him up and put him in the pool with his toys. And... it... worked... He didn't cry. Then a few minutes later he started smiling and laughing. Out came the camera!
Later that evening, I reflected on my stroke of genius. I had faced an albeit small challenge of motherhood and won! I basked in my accomplishment. Then I began to think about this little incident from my Cutie Pie's point of view. Who knows why Cutie Pie didn't like the pool? Maybe he didn't like wearing clothes in the water or maybe it was too cold. Or perhaps the pool was something unfamiliar and he wasn't in the mood to try anything new.
If I could only figure out why Cutie Pie was upset, I could win more of these battles in the future. I could anticipate challenges and swat them down like flies. I could become a Super Mom.
I know, I know, I've gone too far. No one can be a perfect mother. My child is going to cry, get sick, fall down, have tantrums and drive me crazy. I understand that there is nothing I can do to prevent it. It's just nice to not feel like a failure for once. Let me have my moment in the sun.
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Daddy was devastated. He had been waiting patiently with the camera pointed at Cutie Pie this whole time. He was imagining all the great shots he would get of a laughing baby splashing in the sun. The pictures he did take, I later deleted. I don't particularly want to remember Cutie Pie's tears.
After Cutie Pie had taken his break for a respectable amount of time, I sat him down to play on the porch while I dragged the little baby pool over to him. Cutie Pie and I sat next to the pool for a while and he watched me play with the pool toys. When he showed some interest, I gave the toys to him. Then after a while I picked him up and put him in the pool with his toys. And... it... worked... He didn't cry. Then a few minutes later he started smiling and laughing. Out came the camera!
Later that evening, I reflected on my stroke of genius. I had faced an albeit small challenge of motherhood and won! I basked in my accomplishment. Then I began to think about this little incident from my Cutie Pie's point of view. Who knows why Cutie Pie didn't like the pool? Maybe he didn't like wearing clothes in the water or maybe it was too cold. Or perhaps the pool was something unfamiliar and he wasn't in the mood to try anything new.
If I could only figure out why Cutie Pie was upset, I could win more of these battles in the future. I could anticipate challenges and swat them down like flies. I could become a Super Mom.
I know, I know, I've gone too far. No one can be a perfect mother. My child is going to cry, get sick, fall down, have tantrums and drive me crazy. I understand that there is nothing I can do to prevent it. It's just nice to not feel like a failure for once. Let me have my moment in the sun.
http://theadventuresofcutiepie.blogspot.com/
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