My Daughter’s Mother

I’m trying to focus on tonight’s post, but Maile is screaming in her room right now and I’m totally distracted. She gets in this zone where she screams so hard and so loud she can’t hear me. And I get instantly furious. She can go all night. She’s tired, and she’s mad that I won’t let her watch a cartoon on youtube before bed, and apparently she’s hungry.

In the meantime Laina can’t sleep in the room so I’ve moved her to my own bedroom and I fear that Kainoa is going to wake any minute…between Maile’s screaming and my screaming for her to stop screaming, things are not peaceful right now.

And yes I spanked her.

Surprisingly those three stinging slaps did not squelch the screams anymore than my screaming at her to stop has.

Why do I continue to discipline using methods that have NEVER worked with this child? Screaming at her never works because she doesn’t pause long enough to hear me. Spanking never works because dude, I just HIT her.

I know what will work. I know my daughter. Maile is a lover…all I need to do is go in there and stroke her little face and tell her to calm down in my most soothing motherly voice and rub her back. She will stop.

She gets her stubborn streak from me though and I SO am not in the mood to coddle her right now. Instead I sit here…trying to think up a wonderful motherhood post with a screaming child in the background.

Awesome.

Write a poem describing who you are and/or who you are not.

I am stubborn.
I am manipulative,
I am sneaky,
I am sensitive,
and I am persistent.

I am my daughter’s mother.

I am determined.
I am shy,
I am introverted,
I am impatient,
and I am needy.

I am my daughter’s mother.

I am creative.
I am thoughtful,
I am imaginative,
I am soft hearted,
and I am giving.

I am my daughter’s mother.

I am goofy.
I am friendly,
I am happy,
I am girly,
and I am hungry.

I am my daughter’s mother.

I am excitable.
I am nurturing,
I am an internalizer,
I am loving,
And I am loved.

I am my daughter’s mother.