Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Three messes in one day

Yesterday was a messy day at the Womack household. I had gotten a rose on Mother’s Day at the baby dedication and it was sitting on top of the entertainment center where I thought it was out of reach. Wrong. I was back in the bedroom for just a few seconds yesterday morning and heard a crash. I ran into the living room and discovered some picture frames knocked off as well as the rose in the vase on it’s side with water dripping off the entertainment center, on to the TV and on to the floor.

Just the day before, Wayne was helping me with changing Gabriel’s diaper (he’s getting quite wiggly and strong). When we finished, I came into the living room to discover Micah playing with my bouquet of flowers (also from Mother’s Day) on its side, with water and bits of flowers everywhere.Apparently, I had left the pantry door open long enough for Micah to discover a bag of rice. It had a twist tie on it which he somehow managed to get off. While I was feeding Gabriel, Micah had happily dumped the rice on the floor.

The last thing was my wedding bouquet. It was in a plastic box which was taped on both ends. Micah found it in his closet ( I had also mistakenly left this door open). I saw him with it but thought there was no harm since it was taped. I suppose he rattled and shook it so much that tiny fragments of flowers were scattered all over his bed and in his floor and in a few other places, all with the box taped and never completely opened!

It’s so hard to not get frustrated with him or lash out angrily and raise my voice in these situations. Then, I have to remind myself that he doesn’t know he is doing anything wrong. He loves water and he loves flowers…knocking the flowers over was about getting to both. He loves plastic and different textures…the rice was about that. I’m sure they have rice bins at school for the kids to play in. I want to say to him, and sometimes do, “What are you doing?!” or “Why are you doing that?!!” I’m sure it makes perfect sense in his mind. I need to remember to pray in the moment when something like these instances happen, to ask the Father for help in responding gently and lovingly.


Anonymous said...

Oh, Kelly, I know that was a hard day! I wish I knew what to say. That curious little guy, Micah--he's not so little, and that is why he is into so many things that end up messy. He is that precious one God has put into your care, and we all love him and you do too. Your frustrations are common to motherhood. Looking forward to seeing you Friday. Love, Karen

Paula said...

Oh wow, he's into everything isn't he? and your wedding bouquet! so sorry! I guess I know what to get him for, water and rice...

On the Eastern Journey said...

Wow. Hang in there Kelly! I got really frustrated with Schäfer yesterday and Shorel had to help me see how escalated I was.

Shabby Olde Potting Shed said...

Bumped into you through the Beth Moore scripture challenge.
I'm an Arky too; we're sorta neighbors! Just wanted to say hi.
I got the giggles reading about your ricecatastrophe. I'm a mother of grown sons... and reading your blog brought back alot of memories.

Hello to Fort Smith today! I used to take my angel Mother to the cancer center there for her chemo. -- I don't get over there very often anymore but once and awhile we take our kids to eat at thee Outback for a Family night.

I just wanted to say hi after reading some of your blog and encourage you today. Those kidlets grow up so fast. ENJOY the rice on the floor; they grow up too fassssssssst!