Z is for Zig-Zag.
There is no cookie cutter model for parenting. This annoys me. I wish I could read one book, just one, and that one book would have all the answers for everybody. This just wouldn’t work. God made everybody so annoyingly unique so that as we all connect to each other and start growing families, each family becomes annoyingly unique. Okay, annoying may not be the right word because it’s actually pretty amazing to think about. Yet, annoying just might fit…sometimes?
Therefore, for our family, it’s important that we be extremely flexible. Roll with the punches. Zig-Zag when we need to. I have 3 kids and they are all so different. The oldest has down syndrome and is home-schooled. The middle (and oldest too) goes to public school in the town next door to ours. The youngest is just turning into a toddler. Each one has their own sets of needs and desires. Each one has a beating heart that is yearning for love and affection from Mr. Sexy and I.
So when Michael has a school recital I have to relax a bit on the homeschool front. When Denai isn’t feeling well I have to drop everything and run to the doctor. When Marie is having a bad day I have to allow her and I time and space to move past whatever happened.
This concept is difficult for me. I like to have an orderly schedule, although you might not guess this if you could see how
good not good I am at keeping my room clean. Even a poop schedule is important to me. However, this year it seems that every day, every week, every month, shit just happens. We haven’t had very many “normal” days. Interestingly, Michael tends to be at his dad’s house when “shit just happens.” I like to think that God is sparing his tender heart since he is already dealing with two sets of parents and two sets of sisters.
Oh well. It’s all okay. I’m really learning to let go and accept the chaos that is my life. Beer and rum help with that, I’ve got to be honest there!