I’ve heard that phrase all my life. Even as a child I remember hearing parents say “You have to pick your battles” referring to situations with children.
I have to say that I’m on my third kid and I have finally…truly learned what that means.
Matthew was such a laid back kiddo! He very rarely threw fits in the store. I remember one time in Dollar General when he wasn’t even two he threw a fit over a ball and I put the ball down and we left without it. I don’t remember any other time. Even at home he was so easy. Now there were some times at home that it wasn’t worth the fight so I gave in. But again that was rare.
Grant has also been pretty laid back. He’s pretty easy to get along with and he pretty much goes with the flow…for the most part. There haven’t been many times that I’ve felt like I had to compromise my decision to make him happy.
Then enter Grace! Oh mylanta!! This girl has been a constant series of picking and choosing battles, however, it’s always been pretty easy to compromise with her to end up getting my way. Until this last week…I feel like she’s won the upper hand in most the battles.
I’m not sure if it’s the crazy full moon, blood moon, lunar eclipse or her coming up on her terrifying threes but this week has been nothing but having to choose my battles and I haven’t been very successful!
But again…pick and choose. Like today for instance. I had to go to Hobby Lobby and she wanted to go. She was still in her jammies so I told her to go pick what shirt she wanted to wear. What did she pick? Her Belle princess dress up dress! I asked if she was sure and got a giddy “Yes!!” So that’s what she wore to the store today. Could I have told her no? Absolutely!! But why start a battle that wasn’t worth the fight. If she wants to look like a princess as she shops with me then her wish is my command.
Maybe it’s an age thing. I’m older now and those types of things don’t matter. Maybe it’s a third child thing…I just don’t have the energy to fight that battle. Or maybe it’s the fact that she’s my last baby and I know someday soon there will come a time when she no longer wants to wear a princess dress to go shopping and I will think back to this day with tears in my eyes and smile…remembering when that sweet little two-year old thought she was something pretty special wearing her princess dress to the store.
Moral of the story: pick your battles…absolutely! But remember to also make memories as you go!
Have a blessed day!