Rough Morning

Have you ever had a moment when a child shows more maturity and compassion than an adult? I had that moment this morning. Wyatt has proven himself to be a picky eater, and for some strange reason, I get really stressed out about it. I'm not sure if it is because of all the disapproving voices of family members I hear in my head, or if it is because as a teacher, I could get any of my students to try something. I feel as those I'm failing if I can't convince my own child to eat. Well, Wyatt wanted no part of his breakfast, and showed me by dumping his cup on the floor. In a moment of weakness, I found myself yelling "Go to time out!" and giving him a spanking on the way. After sitting him down, listening to his tears, I went back to the kitchen sat at the table and sobbed. Why do I let this eating thing bother me so much? And I'm only making it worse by punishing him. I felt like a bad mom. Through my sobs, I could hear Wyatt, who had stopped crying, from his timeout spot, saying, "Mama, don't cry. Take a breath. Ahhh. Mama, you stop crying. Ahhh, take a breathe Mama." I had punished Wyatt for something so stupid, and immediately he forgave my and showed compassion to me. How I love that boy and will miss him so much as I head off today to Arizona.