A friend of mine posted this the other day.
Accurate!!!
Three kids is no joke. Three extremely active boys is hectic! All three have, or are currently playing competitive sports. All three practice those sports with each other. All three have had multiple injuries; mostly caused by one another.
Best friends and worst enemies. I truly spend my days breaking up their fights. Three is not an even number!!! When fights happen, it becomes two against one pretty quickly; the combination of the two completely depends on the situation. Either way, fighting, whining, complaining and brother bullying are a big part of my world. Together, they are a different set of kids.
Pearce thinks he is the boss, but the other two have no interest in his “rules”. Lincoln is the instigator, and also doubles as the biggest whiner. He is also the one who gets the most upset when someone gets hurt. Cam is the most violent, he will only take so much before you become victim to his sharp tongue or brut strength.
It’s definitely not all negative though. They are incredibly supportive of one another and there is a great bond between the three. While I sometimes worry that one of them will not make it out alive, I know without a doubt, that they always have each other’s backs. It’s a beautiful thing to watch.
Pearce and I spent a lot of quality time together in his first few years of life. It wasn’t difficult to notice the change in his personality depending on who he was around. As someone who thinks consistency in personality is important, this was a difficult pill for me to swallow. I understood child development, and I could see how certain behaviours in adults could change behaviours in children. My parents always spoiled him, so around them, he acted like an entitled little shit. I hated it but I understood it as part of his process.
What I did instead was implement “date nights” with him. Once a week, he and I would go on a mommy/son date. Just the two of us. Alone. It was amazing. It started as a coffee date when he was a toddler. We would go to Starbucks; I would have my coffee, he would have his hot chocolate and cookie. We would sit there and chat about life. As he got older, the dates became more fun/active. Sporting events, movies, arcade, the batting cage, the playground, playing soccer/basketball, whatever we felt like doing in that moment. The rules were simple, no one was allowed to infiltrate date night and no topic was off limits. If he asked, I answered (this rule wasn’t just limited to date night though). That was our time. I told him about my life, he told me about his. Some of our best conversations came from these moments. No distractions, just the two of us.
When he was 5, Lincoln was born. For the first time, he had to share his mom with someone else. Date night became even more important to me. Having Lincoln meant that the frequency of date night would change, but he truly embraced life as a big brother. No one could make Linc laugh the way P could. No one made Linc’s eyes light up the way P did. Still, there were a lot of changes in his life. Jeremy and I had just got married, we moved into a new place, and P and I became a family of 4.
Jer worried that P would think he loved Linc more, as he was his first biological child. He also recognized what the changes meant for him. I wanted to continue date night with Linc so we set up date nights a little differently. I would have date night with P and then date night with Linc, Jer would do the same. This way, they still got the same amount of dates, and we each got to enjoy the one on one time. 15 months later, enter Campbell.
Campbell was very sick in his first year of life. He was in and out of the hospital, and I was right there with him. I couldn’t leave his side, even though it killed me to be away from my other two. Again, the frequency of date nights had to change. Still, the tradition continued.
As the boys got older, they started to compile their own lists of things they wanted to do on mom dates and dad dates. Today, they are 13, 8 (in a couple weeks) and 6. Their sport schedules mean we spend a lot more time on the court/field/rink then we do on dates. Frequency has continued to change, but date night continues.
My boys are growing up! They will always be my babies but I know there will come a time where they won’t want to spend as much time with me. The feeling will be more than mutual, I’m sure.
I used to decide when date night would happen; work it into my schedule. Now, they ask me on dates when they feel they need one. As a mother, it’s an amazing feeling when your 13 year old son still asks to spend time with you.
One on one time is important!
Being a bouncer isn’t always pretty; there is a lot of yelling and discipline in my life. That, I believe, is equally important for their process. All I can do is hope that my kids grow up knowing how much I truly loved them and appreciate the effort we made in getting to know each of them individually.
Date nights have provided some of my best memories with them, they are as much for me as they are for them.