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I got stuck searching through babble.com last night and came across an article that peeked my interest. It was titled, “Latest Parenting Trend: The CTFD Method.” What the heck is CTFD mean? Will it help me? Because lately my patience have been running thin for one reason or another. I blame it on hormones.
So, did you read the article and figure it out? CTFD (excuse my french) = Calm The F*** Down. Was I the only one who read this, and felt an invisible slap across my face?! So harsh, yet so incredibly true. I really need to learn to practice this method more, because as a mother, even though time is precious and so valuable when they are young, sometimes it get’s preetttttty crazy. So crazy, you want to hide in the bathroom for a long time pretending your taking a big poo just for some privacy. Or maybe I just do that?
However, I’m really surprised and give myself a swift pat on the back for how well I’ve taken the reigns with two kids. Do you notice in that photo above the blackberry stains all over Nolan’s shirt? When Ava was his age, you would never, ever see her dirty. Ever. I was a complete crazy woman about germs and keeping her clean. Nolan? Mid day, his legs/feet/hands are filthy from crawling around on the ground, but nothing a warm washcloth can’t fix. He has leftover banana in his hair? Oh well, just wipe it away… we are going to be late for Ava’s dance class. Life with two or more babies teaches you too loosen up a bit. Or at least I’m convinced that I’m TRYING to. Now, not to say if my house isn’t clean then I turn into this ‘my whole world is falling apart and I just can’t take it mode,’ because unfortunately I do. I don’t know if it’s an OCD thing, or what because if my house is dirty I literally get anxiety. Yeah, I know. I have issues. Don’t we all?!
CTFD Jenna…
It’s kind of strange how the simplest things stick to your brain. I had a bad day yesterday. I was tired, and grumpy and like I said, my patience has just been a tiny thread and yet I kept reminding myself to just relax. Nothing critical was happening and everyone was okay. What was my problem? Just one of those days where you don’t want to hide in the bathroom, because that wasn’t going to cut it, you wanted to instead, go for a long drive and just cry. Then, a friend from my old bible study posted this link and it literally gave me a breath of fresh air.
Why being a mom is enough. All you mama’s out there, you’re a superhero in your little one’s eyes, and that’s a really, really, awesome thing. Remembering to not sweat the small things can be difficult every now and then with the way our lives route, but all in all, it’s worth every dang second! Because when I look at my babies, it still to this day is incredible how I was the one who created them. I DID, and sheesh if I can get through that, AND labor… I’m sure all I need is a little CTFD Method practiced some more, and we can get through anything! Well, almost anything… until the first boyfriend/girlfriend comes around. Oi!
