Lessons From My Tiny Teacher: Dont Cry Over Spilled Milk

May 31, 2014  |  

This Week My Two Year Old Reminded Me…
Lessons From My Tiniest Teacher Yet

By Jorian Seay

One thing most moms can agree on: your little one drives you up a wall! Another absolute we might all acknowledge is these little annoying, imaginative, curious creatures really can teach (or at the very least remind) us of a few fundamental truths. You know, like the familiar, but oft-forgotten “treat others the way you want to be treated” or the foundational “sharing is caring.”

We all have those hilarious, infuriating, enlightening (or all of the above) moments with our kiddos that remind us of these lessons we were taught way back in the stone age when we were little tikes. Here, I share with you teachable moments brought to you by Matthew, my feisty, gutsy, spunky tot who’s taught me a thing or two since he came kicking and screaming into my life! Enjoy, but more importantly, take note.

This week my two year old reminded me not to cry over spilled milk.

Before I start, I have a confession. My son sleeps with me some,,,ok, most,,,fine, EVERY night. And now that you’re finished judging me, I can continue with my story.

Matthew and I were heading to bed one night. Before he dozed off, he asked for his sippy cup, as he does every night. I bought a few new ones to add to his rotation, so this was his first night with ones of his new cups. Yippee!

I filled it up with milk, tucked him away and then laid down myself, as it had been a long day and mommy was TIRED! As I begin to snooze I feel moisture on my back. “I know this boy didn’t pee in the bed,” I think to myself. I get up to flip the lights on and see what exactly was going on and as soon as I did I see a puddle of milk in the middle of my bed. All over my sheets. And one pillowcase. And Matthew. And me. Milk. Was. EVERYwhere.

I am livid, sure some of this is probably displaced anger, but you couldn’t tell me nothing at that moment. “Matthew what were you doing?” Really,” I ask him. He gives me a look of “what’s with her” as I continue to rant. And as I’m ripping the sheets off the bed and then replacing them with new ones, and cleaning off my mattress so that the milk doesn’t sour Matthew asked a question that caught me a little off guard. He said, “Mommy are you ok?”

Truth is, I WAS ok. No blood was lost because of the accident. No one was harmed. It was indeed just that—an accident and they happen sometimes, especially with two year olds. Another truth is, it wasn’t his fault. The sippy cup that claimed to be leak-proof wasn’t. And that’s ok too.

It was at that moment that I realized I shouldn’t get worked up over these types of things. I was tripping over spilled milk. While having to get up to change linens, Matthew and myself is indeed a headache, it’s not the end of the world. My son is two, and he realized that. Mommy clearly has some work to do!

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

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