I think I have said no more in the last five and a half years than I ever have in my life. Why in the last five and a half years? Because that is when I became a mom. As a mother, I have become so good at saying no… pretty much ALL.THE.TIME.
Mom can I have chocolate for breakfast? NO. Mom can I swim in the rain? NO. Mom can I climb to the top of the cupboard and jump from it to your bed? NO. Mom can I ride the dog like a horse? NO. See Gemma with a pot of sudocrem in her hands (again) cue YELLED NOOOOOOOO! Khoki’s being welded by same child hovering over her tummy (again) cue more YELLED NOOOOOOO’s! No no no no no no no no no!
Good lord, I exhaust myself with the amount of times I say no. However the time I’ve had at home recently has made me slightly less anal. I am finding that the less stressed I am, the more I am allowing myself to actually say yes to the things my kids are asking of me.
I’ve allowed them to face paint me in the afternoons, I’ve allowed them to play in the rain, I’ve allowed them to jump on my bed like it’s a trampoline, I’ve allowed them to help me prep our evening meals with (gasp) knives… All things that I probably would have said no to previously, either because I was too stressed to take the time to just be with them or because it was easier for to me to just say no.
Now whilst I don’t say yes to EVERYTHING ( I am still not allowing chocolate for breakfast) I have found that saying yes to more has made for happier kids. And happier kids makes me a happier mom.