Monthly Archives: January 2009

Decisions Decisions

img_3565As a mum, I generally tend to think things through pretty well, make a decision, and then stick to it. I don’t like to waver too much because it’s confusing for a toddler. And I really dislike changing my mind once I’ve decided.

Last week I decided that my daughter didn’t really need the bedrail on the side of her bed anymore. It’s been over a year since she moved into a “big girl bed” and she’s never once fallen out. It was such a small bedrail anyway that we weren’t sure it had ever been effective anyway. So, off it came. The first night she was upset that it was gone, but she slept fine. The second night she fell out. I raced upstairs to scoop her up, cuddle her, reassure her and tuck her back in bed. I also did this the next night when I heard the same thud. I felt bad that she’d fallen out not once but twice, but I knew that two falls didn’t warrant the return of the bedrail. (I did put a blanket and pillow on the floor beside her to cushion her landing though). The fourth time she fell out that week I started to wonder if I’d done the wrong thing. My husband still thought I’d made the right call though so I stuck with it. Then she fell out twice in one night, bringing the total to seven. By that stage I was really second guessing my decision!

We always try to do the right thing by our kids as parents. Sometimes short term pain for long term gain is what is required. We immunise our kids, even though we know the needles will hurt, because it will prevent them from diseases. We make them try new veggies, even though we know they’ll spit them out, because we understand the importance of a healthy diet. And in our case, we let them fall out of bed a few times, even though they’ll get some bumps and bruises, so that they can learn to stay in it.

It’s been a few nights now since she’s tumbled out of bed. In the end I decided that reinstating the bedrail would be a backwards step, and I acknowledged that the whole ordeal was probably more upsetting for me than for her! I’m glad I stuck to my guns on this one. I have a sneaking suspicion that there will be other tricky decisions in her future that will challenge me more than the bedrail, and they’ll probably hurt more too.

Pants Down

The kids and I went to a posh children’s store yesterday to check out their sale. We had only just stepped through the door when my daughter announced with a giggle, “Mummy, my pants are falling down.” She was not the least bit embarrassed but I was mortified as her cute little denim shorts plummeted to the shop floor. I pulled them back up to her waist and held them there until we were safely behind a bookcase where I could investigate the problem.

It was soon apparent that my curious toddler had been fiddling with the buttons inside her shorts, and undone the elastic on the adjustable waistband. I managed to catch one end of the elastic before it disappeared, but the other end was nowhere to be seen, lost inside a tunnel of denim. If we had been at home I would have taken the shorts off her and used something long and skinny to retrieve the elastic, but of course I couldn’t do either of these things. All I could do was crouch down (with a baby strapped to my front) and use my fingers to push, poke, pull and wriggle the lost end back to the safety of a button.

It took quite a while, and by the time I finally caught the end of the elastic I was frustrated, my back ached and my fingers hurt. My toddler looked at me, put her hand on my shoulder and said, “Don’t worry Mum. It’s no big deal.” Out of the mouths of babes. I was so frazzled and I wasn’t even the one with my pants down. Kids have a wonderful way of putting things back into perspective.