Breathing easier

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I was young when I begun

Home alone with two kids. One is rolling on the floor, eating her doggie toy. The other is taking a nap, I think. There is a God.

No man can hinder me. Until a three-year-old, does.

At the grocery store, somewhere between the produce and milk, he screams incessantly. In. My. Face. 

If you want to find your way to God, disengage.

I strum my fingers on the handle of the cart, concentrating on yogurts – Greek or whipped? – while the volcano, erupts. How much for a taxi ride to purgatory?

I am held hostage by a belligerent toddler who fought nap time and real food all day. He begged for gummy worms – a thundering voice from such a small being – stopping shoppers in their tracks. The baby girl in back of him, the one in her car seat just watched with her big blue eyes. Captivated. I’m sure she was taking notes. Sister is not old enough to talk yet. Scream, she can do well. But that was not her mood at that moment.

Early morning folds into the lunch hour, time ticks by slowly when I’m alone with them.

I was young when I begun.

Afternoon, evening, until their heads hit the pillow and eyes close, I am sweet and understanding. His flip out in the grocery store, has drifted away like his mind off into dream land.

I still feel, though, I am losing it with these two.

Love bites

I wrote a piece for a national parenting website www.mommynearest.com. Click the link below to read my essay on how I nipped my son's bad biting behavior in the bud.