It was a gorgeous Saturday in early May. The weather was predicted to be very summer like and everyone was gearing up for an entirely fantastic weekend.
With Kevin being away, I had a morning of school in the city while a babysitter stayed with the girls. On the drive home from school, I could not wait to get home.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to take my girls to the river. I wanted to just sit and watch them play in nature's playground. I wanted to walk around and explore with them. I wanted to relax with my girls and connect with them, and only them. This is what I expected for our afternoon, and really, why wouldn't it happen? My girls love it at the river!
On the drive home from school I called home to quickly get the the girls excited about my plans. I spoke to Kamille first. I said something like, "Honey, I am so excited! Get your bathing suit ready because when I come home we are going to the beach at the river!" Unfortunately, I was met with the most deflating response, "I don't want to go to the beach!"
What? Um, no!
I was caught off guard. "Ok, well, lets think of somewhere we can go to enjoy the nice weather. Where would you like to go?" I asked.
All she could tell me was that she wanted to stay home and play outside.
Deep breath.
Now don't get me wrong. There is positively nothing wrong with doing this. In fact, I think we likely have one of the best neighbourhoods to do just that, and no doubt there would be parents lining the streets sitting in lawn chairs and throwing back drinks, but really on this day, and after a few crappy days of solo-parenting I just wanted to reconnect with my girls, alone.
I asked to speak to Karis. Surely I would have one of the two on my team. Karis, maybe. She seemed indifferent and was more interested in getting back to playing with her friends.
Well crap.
I figured I'd give them some time to think about this. Once I got home, I paid the babysitter and gathered my girls to discuss my great plan. Still, no great response. Come on girls!!!
Before I knew it, I was bribing them with popsicles and chips, but still no takers. They now demanded the popsicles and chips for playing out on our front lawn.
I was slowly losing this battle. Karis was still more on my side, but at 3 years old, she wasn't that skilled in teaming up with me to convince her sister that the beach is where we should go.
Its seemed like only minutes into the debate that I lost it.
Full. Mommy. Temper. Tantrum.
No need to discuss the details (but you could probably ask my neighbours all about it because the windows were open, of course. Shit!). It was ugly. I mean it. Like, I lost it and turned into a really pissed off 13 year old yelling at her parents or something. Saying nasty things to hopefully inspire a change of her mind.
It was no parenting strategy that I have ever subscribed to, but it was flowing from me like an erupting volcano.
Expectations not being met. That's what it was. I was pissed off and I wanted to blame my girl for having an opinion or her own ideas.
I needed a break to collect myself. I closed myself in in my closet and let the rest of my tantrum seep out of me. Kamille opened the door and had a few choice words for me - fair enough - but I was still feeling like my buttons were pressed and I wasn't sure what to do so I demanded her to leave me in my closet so I could compose myself. In this moment Kamille positively hated me, I am sure. She was so mad herself and we were toxic together.
I debated with myself over and over as to why this was important to me and if we should just stay home. Why not stay home? After all, the girls were having fun. But it wasn't what I wanted. And why shouldn't I, as the parent, be able to call some shots? I know that I wanted 1:1 time with my girls and that's not a bad thing. The thing is that I knew Kamille would love the beach when we got there.
I knew it with 100% of me.
After emerging from the closet with a decision as to what I was going to do, I got the girls together. I told them that we were going to the beach. That I would pack everything myself, including their own bodies and we would go to the beach. I threw in the added bonus of a stop for popsicles and a bag of chips. I left little room for negotiation because we had already tried this and it hadn't worked. This is what we were doing. And if it all turned sideways while we were there, then I promised that we could come back home.
Things took another turn of disappointment before they got better. Kamille expressed her upset with me, but somewhere between then and leaving in the care we had hugged it out. I just promised her that Mommy makes good decisions about fun things to do and she would just have to trust me.
And eventually, we all piled into the car with beach toys, towels, sunscreen and smiles.
They, especially Kamille, were very happy to be there.
I can't recall what she said exactly, but it was something along the lines of "Mom, I forgot how much I loved it out here!"
| we picked up a box of popsicles on the way |
Space to breathe, connect and appreciate.
I turned out to be exactly what I hoped for.

| smiles |
| exploring |
This little Miss and I are bound to have our struggles. They are already here and I can't stand the big nasty arguments that we can find ourselves tangled in. Just the other day she said to me, "Who cares about you! Your just a dirty old stupid rat!" Ouch.
To take notice of how I can change the way I relate to her.
I just love these two girls.










