I sit here in the afterglow of a perfect Friday night supper, the taste of grilled sirloin and sweet summer salad of nectarines and avocado still lingering in my mouth. It is a moment of spontaneous peace; husband and eldest out for a bike ride, my second boy Jacob off to a sleepover and the Littles finally asleep.
Today was a good day.
All four kids were out of the house by 8 this am, dishes done, beds made, and everyone clothed and fed without any drama or fuss. I didn’t even get kicked in the face while putting my wee one in her car seat, nor did I have to count to 1, 2 or 3 for my four year old to get into his booster and do up his seatbelt. I did the school bus drop, the dayhome drop and the before care preschool drop then made it to work on time. No road rage. Whoop!
Work was work, but I squeezed in a workout that counted, as in not the just the going through the motions kind, before picking up the big boys from the school bus. Got home, made a cappo, prepared snacks for the boys, then managed to do a load of laundry and vacuum before whipping up a quick supper. Ok, nothing gourmet tonight, just scrambled eggs and veggie sticks, but still, healthy and fast. High five!
Today was successful.
I consider the irony of that assessment however, given that not more than an hour ago my oldest son lost his temper in a remarkable meltdown during which he called me a couple of choice names and after which I resorted to wrestling him out of the back door to “provide” him with some cool down time. My mother in law witnessed the entire display. She was almost lost for words! (My mother in law is rarely if ever lost for words. She is a language scholar. Appropriate and grammatically correct wordsmithing is her thing.)
My son is a really lovely kid but his occasional Jekyll and Hyde transformation involving temper, outbursts of graphic disrespect and defiance leave their mark. They threaten to throw the most even keeled of parents off their centre. But I handled it. Quite calmly in fact. When I say calmly, I mean that I didn’t strangle him or even shout much at all. Now that IS something. (Confession: I can be a bit of a shouter.) I managed to talk him down get him back into the green zone.
When my hubby arrived home from a really long week at work, he handled the news of this conflict like a pro. We ended the day helping our temperamental but sweet, loving kid edit an incredible story he wrote about dragons and wizards, sharing a Q Kola, then shooing him and his dad out the door for a bike ride.
Success to some is doing million dollar deals or saving lives. Those successes are self evident.
My gold medal moment is what happeneded today.
Today I managed to do my daily round with ease and connect with my kid through conflict, without losing my centre or expending my last shred of energy doing so.
This is my success. It sure tastes sweet.