I originally posted this on 2/5/09, back when this was just my online journal and I just talked to myself. I’m republishing this as a reminder to myself that I used to be calm, since I feel like I’ve been flipping out about everything lately- mama’s going to explode.
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My stepsister called me the other morning to ask a breastfeeding question.
During the course of our conversation, she said that she thinks she’s done having kids, that two kids who are less than two years apart are enough for her, and can’t imagine what it’s going to be like when the baby starts
I just sort of laughed, as my three are all close in age and I’m not even sure if we are done having babies yet. (note: we now know that we ARE done. Snip, snip)
She told me “I am not as calm as you.”
This is not the first time that someone has commented on how calm they think that I am.
I think I must be doing a great job at fooling people.
No, really…I do usually appear calm and I am actually pretty calm most of the time.
Here’s the way that I look at it: my freaking out is not going to do anything to help a situation. It’s only going to stress me out and probably stress out my kids, too.
Flipping out doesn’t change something that my child has already done. For instance, when Bear was dancing on stage with Chuck E. Cheese the other day, had I spazzed out, it would not have changed the fact that he was up there nor gotten him down any faster. I chose to calmly walk up there and get him down and quietly tell him that he was not to do that again. And then calmly collect our belongings and head home shortly after that…but I stayed calm.
Look, I realize that having 3 little boys all close in age is going to cause some crazy situations. My boys are not perfect and they are going to act out sometimes. Things are going to happen. The only thing that I really can control is my reaction to the situation. For my own peace of mind, I’m choosing to react to (most) things calmly.
I might have a nervous breakdown quietly behind a closed door later in the day, but that’s a different story.