By Tracy M
My kids are not signed up for dozens of classes. They’ve never been to camp, or fishing with their dad or even ice-skating at Christmas. (I hate snow, but that’s a previous post) As far as pushing them or living vicariously through their accomplishments? Well, if I did that, then I would have to keep a schedule.
They make it to pre-school on time, mostly, and I did sign Jeffrey up for swimming lessons this summer. First day of class, he took one look at the pool and started crying. So, we went home. My mom said I should have forced him- tossed him in the pool- but that’s not me. He didn’t want to, I didn’t make him.
I figure he’ll get it. We’ll try again later.
As I get more time under my belt with this “mom” thing, I think I’ve learned a thing or two. Trying to hurry my kids along seems to only stress them out- and as a result, make life harder for all of us. With my first, I was in a hurry to reach all the milestones- He walked early, was potty trained early, he talked early, I read to him all the time, and so on. Then, just about two years into it, when the second came along, hurrying didn’t seem so important. Beanie did all those things too, it just took a little longer. And the cool thing was, it might have taken him longer, but it was so very much easier when it did happen.
When the third baby made her appearance? Sheesh, she’ll talk someday. When she tells me she want’s to use the potty, then we’ll potty train. See? Much easier.
Which brings me to my whole point.
This morning, (yes, a Sunday- we’ve been sick and this was the first day everyone felt really good- sue me) Jeffrey, two days shy of his sixth birthday, got on his two-wheeler bike for the first time, and pedaled off down the street. It blew me away. No falling, no spills, no tears, no training wheels. Just got on, and away he went. He was ready- and had the confidence and ability and desire- and so it happened.
Taking things slow seems to be an OK way for our family to move. This might not be the answer for everyone, but for us, maybe being a Slacker Mom isn’t so bad.