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I’m a woman who loves Jesus, my husband, my children, and everyday I try to show my love more completely to them. I also like to laugh and be with friends. And as of December 2008, I'm a weekly newspaper columnist. You can reach me at ...
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I’m a woman who loves Jesus, my husband, my children, and everyday I try to show my love more completely to them. I also like to laugh and be with friends. And as of December 2008, I'm a weekly newspaper columnist. You can reach me at erinslittlecorneroftheworld@gmail.com.
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By Erin Fox
Oct. 22, 2013 1:18 p.m.



As we pulled into our driveway the other morning after preschool Baby Chickadee requested a trip to Subway.  Knowing full well our previous experiences of her barely eating her food from Subway I asked what she wanted from there.  

Of course I knew what she wanted, just as when she asks for McDonald’s it is McNuggets; when she asks for Dairy Queen it is chicken strips (Because my kid prefers chicken strips to ice cream. Let that weirdness sink in to your brain for a bit.).

“Chiiips,” she responded as she grinned.  

I looked at her grinning, hopeful face and thought about how I always put her off when she wants to do fun stuff.  If she wants a candy bar: “Let’s wait until Bubba and Sissy get home and then we’ll all get one!”  If she wants a pop: same song, second verse.  After my successful date with Little Missy a couple of weeks ago I thought, Why not?  She deserves times where she gets to pick what we do.

So I made her a deal that if we went inside our house and ate a healthy lunch then I’d take her to Subway for chips.

And she did eat a healthy lunch!  Willingly did so, even.  Quickly after our cheesy eggs we walked outside, got out her stroller and took a nice stroll down to Subway, skipped the sandwich line and ordered chips for her and drinks for the both of us.

And then the mood changed without warning.  As I got her root beer--THAT SHE ALWAYS ASKS FOR WITHOUT FAIL, I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MUCH SHE LOVES THE ROOT BEER--she backed up against the table behind her, crossed her arms over her belly and said, “I no want dat!”

That was the beginning of a very contentious outing at Subway.  Lots of explaining to her of the natural consequences that if she didn’t say whathaveyou again in a nice way then I was going to throw away her chips and we’d go home.  She’d work on a nice attitude for a minute and then the crankiness from inside her would seep out again.

Right when we got home I put her down for her nap.

The next morning I was still slightly irritated about the Subway experience and thinking on it, when I realized that our mornings are filled with preschool or MOPS or book club or cleaning the house or playing with friends.  Baby Chickadee and I have little time to ourselves where we’re not on a schedule to get somewhere or get something done.

So that morning I skipped book club--that we both love because we both spend time with friends, but it was another scheduled event--and Baby Chickadee and I ran errands in Wichita, without a schedule.  She giggled and we ate where she wanted, we walked around the Bradley Fair lake just like she enjoys, I let her pick out her coat and winter shoes.

Turns out, my kid gets tired earlier in the day than I realized.  So spending time with her when she was fully awake and on her game gave me hours with a delightful and silly little toddler.  Sometimes the answers to my frustrations are so obvious.

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