This weekend I had a bit of an epiphany. We had possibly one of the worst weekends, behaviour wise from all our children. If one wasn't having a tantrum then another was, they argued, they fought, they sulked. To be quite honest moments like these make me wonder why I've bothered to ever become a parent at all. Sometimes parenting, no matter how many children you have, is overwhelming. Fact.
Anyway, that aside, when Sunday evening rolled around I was having yet another
disagreement discussion over bedtimes with DS2 and DD1, the teen was equally as annoyed as me by his siblings behaviour. He was so annoyed that instead of piling in to the argument as usual, he walked away. He came and sat downstairs with me and we watched proper normal television. We had a discussion over the programme we were watching, an actual proper discussion. He didn't use the word boring once. It was really, for want of a better word, nice. Then I had the epiphany. He is growing up and I am enjoying his company such a lot. Enjoying hearing his ideas and his thoughts on things, regardless of whether I agree or not.
Parenting is such a long and tricky process that I often get bogged down with each child moving on to the next phase of development, the next milestone or whatever. Sometimes it is just nice to enjoy them as they are, for who they are rather than for who you think they should be.