Make It A ‘Yes’ Day For Your Small People

I know they missed me.  I know because if they could crawl inside my skin like baby kangaroos, for additional warmth and love, they would.

My small people have maintained physical contact with me since I walked in the door from my eleven days away on book tour (details on THAT coming soon).  I have to confess, I love it.  There hasn’t been whining and crying and complaining about my time away, but rather, a pure desire to absorb every second we DO have together.

We are focusing on the present AND our presence with each other.  It is amazing.  They hold my hand, touch my face, snuggle next to me on the couch.

I’m living a mother’s dream. (minus the inevitable jockeying for position and the difficulty I experience trying to shower, cook meals and go to the bathroom with small people attached to my hip)  But I happily battle through…you know why?  Simple: My small girl’s face the first day I was home when I told her I wasn’t going to work all day.  I promised I wouldn’t even open my computer. Her joy was palpable. She danced and giggled. I swear she actually levitated: the thought of my undivided attention made her lighter.

It was a ‘Yes Day’ – I promise to say ‘yes’ to everything I can.  And they promise to keep their ‘asks’ reasonable (no, we can’t hop a plane to Disney World, no we aren’t moving to California (yet!) and no, I can’t cancel school for the rest of the year….) Everything else is fair game.

It was Columbus Day, so they were off school.  This ‘free day’ was nothing special: to the outside world.  It was a park-Chick-fil-A-pumpkin-patch-kind of day.  It was friends and laughter and mommy + small people kind of time. It was ‘yes’ to buying small pumpkins, yes to an easy dinner, yes to painting those pumpkins.

It was ‘corny’.

And it was perfect.

I think I need to have a ‘Yes Day’ once a week.  It was as good for my soul as it was for theirs….

Have you ever tried a ‘Yes Day’ with your small people?  If not, I encourage you to try it.

**Warning… you may have so much fun, they may have so much fun, you might commit to one every week – and that means excessive laughter, breakfast for dinner, double desserts and mis-matched socks**

 

That’ll be a Yes

Every once in a while I turn an average day with the kids into a “yes” day.  This means I say “yes” to just about everything (within reason – don’t go testing me – I don’t let them run the asylum) But I do try to say yes to most things they ask for.

I tend to do this whenever I find myself on the crabbier side of motherhood.  My crabbier side surfaces when I have spent days of uninterrupted time withmy children. This was the case this past week. Between the weather and the kids being sick, we hadn’t been out of the house(except for the hospital) and I had had no time to take a deep breath by myself.  My patience gets thin and I find myself snapping at the kids frequently. So, my solution is the ‘yes day’.  It makes me feel peaceful and centered….and like the mommy I want to be.

This means, yes, you can watch one more show, yes – you can paint, yes – you can have some extra Cheetos with your lunch, yes – we can have a birthday party for your doll, yes – I would love to play basketball with you for the 25th time today, yes – Candyland sounds like a marvelous idea, yes – you can have pancakes for dinner, yes you can take the cushions off the couch to make a ‘cushion pool’ and yes – you can play games on my computer when I need to be doing a little work.

And, yes – I would love to have both of you – my little fighting monsters – baking up a storm in the kitchen.

 That, my friends, is called getting egg on your face – literally. I couldnt’ see it when I was filming, but up close – egg on the entire left side of his face.  In his hair, around his eye….  So, we have now added eggs to the long list of things Cooper is afraid of. 

Coop will not be cracking eggs again anytime soon.  But he will be eating the cookies we made.

And, despite the egg incident (which, actually made me laugh – hard) the Yes Day was a success.

I am once again feeling normal.  Or at least as normal as I usually do.

 

Clearly, I am Blissfully Domestic!  Can’t you see the Bliss on Coop’s face?  Or did the yelling drown everything else out?  At least I am trying, yes?

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