Five Minutes

After a day filled with
potty breaks,
potty victory celebrations,
slightly sick kids,
debating over ‘one more bite’,
stuck inside because of the rain…
I have five minutes.

Five minutes to sit back and close my eyes.

Five minutes to imagine my next knitting project (I’m currently between, which is always a tough spot to be in).

Five minutes to sit on the couch and read a few pages of Wicked, the book I’m currently reading.

Five minutes where I can take a mental vacation to New York City, and I swear I can smell the hot dogs cooking at the street vendor as I walk down the street, surrounded by people, all going about their business, all looking like they are in vastly different businesses, but all in the city that I love.

Five minutes to drink–and enjoy–some chocolate milk and say a prayer of gratitude for Nesquik and for sometimes not having to share.

Five minutes to listen to my husband bathing the children and hear them all giggling in delight.

Five minutes just for me, where I can enjoy what I have, what I am, what I have created, and what I will create.

Thank you, God, for five minutes.

Unconditional Parenting

I asked for (and received) the book Unconditional Parenting by Alfie Kohn. I have broken into it and read the first two chapters.

So far, I have been told that time outs are no good, praise is no good, corporal punishment is no good… and I still have at least two more chapters to read before I find out what the heck I’m supposed to do to raise my kids to be decent human beings with a sense of self-worth and the motivation to do good unto others and stuff.

While I am not totally sold on the precepts (yet?), I think it will be an interesting read and something that is worth considering in my quest to be the best mom to these kids that I am capable of.

Until then, I guess I should just let chaos reign in my house as there is no way to enforce any rules I may implement. 🙂