I can’t believe my last post was January 5…so much time has passed since then, nearly 2 months.
I’ve been slowly getting over reoccurring Bronchitis since November.
My youngest child turned 3 and we enrolled him at Romp N Roll again, for a gymnastics class with mom.
My daughter turned 10, fell in love with a rescue dog who lived a short time, and recently began ERP therapy.
I have been exercising 2 or 3 times a week with my oldest son and helping him with pre- Algebra, at his request.
Time spent with my children is always time well spent. They come first in my life. Sure, I need to meet my basic needs, put my oxygen masc on first, yet, I enjoy life most when the larger chunks of my time are spent with them. I chose to have children and to be there with them as they grow and figure out living in this world. I sometimes forget this, but when I look at how I am spending my time, I always desire to have more time with my children. The reason that I do not want to work away from the home is to be with them. Sure I have writing dreams that I want to pursue and I make time for this as life allows, but my real frustration is being there consistently for my children because I have needed to work outside the home.
I have three children, spread 11 years apart. The biggest reason for the age spread is because after I had my first son and had to return to work full time when he was 12 weeks old, I wanted to wait until I could be working less from home before I had another child. The third one came about only after my husband sold his business and went to work for the person he sold it to- full time job. It was the first time I felt like I didn’t “have” to work. It was a great feeling.
Unfortunately, it took time to conceive and then my husband lost his full time job when I was 3 months pregnant. I worked during my pregnancy but then held out going back for an entire year, even though, financially, we really needed me to go back much sooner. We have lived off savings, and now have some debt beyond our mortgage that we are not happy about and never had before and are even dipping into our IRA funds now. But you know what, when I think about how I worked hard for the money in my IRA accounts (401K rollovers), I feel blessed to have that money there to use now when we really need it and so that I do not have to find full time work. I can always work more when my children are older. But right now they are 14, 10 and 3 and we homeschool/ unschool and they need me and I need them.
They need my support, my time, my love, compassion and assistance in various ways. Of course the 3 year old, just wants mom around. He played happily by himself for about 3 hours at my sister’s house this past weekend because I was resting on the bed in the same room. He did not “need me” until I got up and went down the hall to the bathroom, “Mom, where are you?” He went searching for me, not realizing where I had went as he was absorbed in his play. My husband and I were surprised at how long he was content in the room with me sleeping on and off but not really talking to him. Of course, when I thought about it, I wasn’t really that surprised. Toddlers need to know mom is near by even if they can play on their own and not need mom to interact with them. Attachment parenting in action. He also needs mom to listen to him and pay attention to his endless conversations and imaginary play. And to answer his questions about everything in his world and all those things that fascinate him. He needs me to engage with him, to get his needs met including his needs for physical activity and mental stimulation. He needs me to pay attention to his behavior and how it varies with foods and when needs are not met. He needs me to play with him, to read to him, to take him new places and engage in life with him. Exploring the world with a toddler is so fun and exciting and brings out the child in me and it is also mentally and physically exhausting! I feel my age, being 42 now as opposed to 31 when my oldest was 3.
My daughter needs me because she is 10 and generally an extrovert and because she has been dealing with an anxiety disorder for the past 2 years. She is limited with making food for herself and needs help to put on her shoes because of the anxiety. She is by nature a very compassionate, kindhearted and generous child. Yet, when her anxiety overwhelms her, her behavior looks very different, nearly the opposite of her personality. She has needed our help in understanding and dealing with her issues, supporting her, as we figured out by trial and error, what to do and not to do. She has needed us, her parents, as advocates, researchers and encouragement to deal with her anxiety and be able to live her life. She also needs me to help her find the resources and materials to pursue her interests and to keep her mind busy and engaged. She is a very intelligent child and her anxiety is noticeably less when she is engaged in pursuits she enjoys and most especially with her passions. And she needed us to say “Yes” when our neighbors who moved suddenly asked us if we wanted to take their dog who had become my daughter’s best friend” -her words. I am a cat person, and her dad is someone who enjoys pets, when they live outside or at least that was how he was raised. She needs us to help her find and participate in dog related activities because this is her passion. Loving animals and dogs is who she is.
My oldest child, my 14 year old son, needs me because for at least 2 years, if not 3, he has not gotten as much attention as he needs and especially now as he experiences puberty and all the changes that are happening within his body. He likes structure and plans despite our unschooling life. He has many interests and pursues them independently. I don’t think that he has ever uttered the words “I am bored”, or at least rarely. Yet, he needs help organizing his time and getting things done that he wants to do. He has been very interested in pursuing computer science for some time and knows he needs math and so we are now using a curriculum for the first time (in our own way) because of his desire to advance with higher level math. He needs 1:1 time with me, as all my other children do, and even more so now than he did a few years ago. He needs to be able to vent and talk freely with one of his parents and share his life and experiences with mom and dad. He needs us to help him with getting together with his friends and to transport him to all his social gatherings and and all his other activities. He is an introvert, yet, an outgoing introvert, and a calm, quiet- natured person, yet, he has had a growing need to get together with his friends. Sometimes, I think and he admits, he needs to just get out of the house and away from his high energy- physically active younger siblings.
They all need me and in different ways. I enjoy having children of different ages and I know that I appreciate my toddler much more because my older two children are long past the toddler years. Sure, it has its challenges having 3 children all in different stages of life. We join up for the summer reading program at the library and join all three age-group programs, one with each child. My son is in a middle and high school only co-op where nearly everything is only for him. It took many years before my oldest two could participate in an activity together due to the 4- year age spread. Now, my 3 year old, who tells us he wants to “stay wittle” and “not get big”, strives to do all the things his older siblings do. He gets things out of the refrigerator himself and wants to make his own sandwich and help mom in the kitchen.
I understand why years ago, people told me to have my children close together in age.
But, I wouldn’t change anything. I always wanted 4 children or at least 4. If I had had another, I would have liked to have one between my 10 year old and 3 year old. Yet, this is the life I have and the children who are in my life and my care. I need to make the most of it and appreciate them for who they are and their special gifts and spend my time seeing the beauty in their souls and empower and affirm them as they are.
If you read what I write and think that I live a blissful life enjoying every moment of my children’s lives…..
….Don’t kid yourself!
I am living a human life with all my human traits, my own past experiences, fears and doubts. I strive to be the best parent that I can be. Far more often than I like, I fail to follow my own basic principles and beliefs as a parent. I believe that we are all spiritual beings having a human experience but I need to write about this in order to remember it and to truly live it!