If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being a mother it’s that kids are unfreaking predictable! They’ll walk into a room, fall down, roll around a few times, get back up and whistle on their merry way. Suddenly the most random noise that they’ve heard a million times before is the most hilarious thing ever and has to be repeated 100,000 times. They take up stupid habits like spitting, grabbing their groin, or chewing their toenails.
They also do things that make you raise your eyebrows and brace yourself for storms of which no man could survive. Tonight my child told me he WANTED to go to bed, he climbed the stairs followed by mom and dad carrying his 12 stuffy entourage, laid himself down as we arranged his “crew” in their proper positions and went to sleep. I know I should be celebrating, I should be ecstatic that there won’t be any late night battle or going up the stairs 2-10 times for extra hugs, kisses, or because tiger (his big stuffy) fell off the bed. Instead of being excited I can’t help but feel my insides clench at the thought of what might happen tonight, do I need to be bracing myself for a 2am wake up call because he’s thirsty? Or even better a 6am wake up call because it’s “up time!”
Parents, you think you have it figured out… but you don’t, and it’s okay.