For awhile now I’ve been counting Kenny’s “spoons” and being sure he has enough spoons for the most important events. But recently I’ve come to realize I’m subliminally counting my own spoons too. I used to love adventures and adrenaline inducing activities, but somewhere along the way I became a fuddy-duddy. I’m opting out of super awesome fun things, in exchange for chill time with limited excitement. Like my body and brain can’t handle the peaks when not necessary. When I have the opportunity, I don’t crave sensory explosions, I crave the opposite. I want tranquility! Day to day life has so many highs and lows and spontaneous bursts of self-induced enthusiasm for the sake of motivating my son, that my cup needs a refill of chamomile. I used to do some pretty exciting things, and now the thought of “finding my old self” gives me anxiety. Instead, the picture of excitement includes espresso with steamed cream, toes I painted myself (there’s no time or money for pedicures), some mascara, curled hair and nice accessories. And if I can go to Costco alone, wow!
It’s important that our little ones are able to advocate for themselves and their own energy levels too. Some days Kenny is pushing me out the door to go to the playground, and some days he just wants to chill at home and ride his bike. I want to be sure to teach him that he has the right to speak for himself, including his outings. Giving a young child access to an inventory of words is so important! It gives the child autonomy and independence. There’s no better time to get started with teaching the joy of communication! Let’s #giveeverychildavoice ! - 9 hours ago