Something I experienced growing up was my parents being at the crossroads in my life. They said morning prayer with me before I left for school, my mom was home when I got back, ready to talk, listen, or help with anything I needed.
Most importantly my mom waited up for me on the weekends as a teenager, no matter how late I got back. I knew if I was out, she would be there waiting to greet me and hear how my night was. Those small acts kept me out of a lot of trouble.
Now, my oldest is 7 and I try really hard to be at the crossroads for him. I’ve learned he’s VERY talkative right after school and right before bed time(he’s sneaky). I try and make sure that when he gets home I have no other distractions because he will want my full attention and wants to talk about his day. I love these moments with my J man. He walks back and forth shoveling snacks into his mouth(or this particular day he was tossing a ball)telling me all about his important first grade life.
Then, I’ll need to start dinner, everyone’s awake from naps and my attention is pulled 100 different ways until bed time.
“When little people are overwhelmed by big emotions it is our job to share our calm not join their chaos.” L.R. Knost