I knew it was a bad idea from the start. I mean, I felt it. Sometimes you feel these things. My Uh-Oh-Don’t-Do-It meter screamed Tilt, Tilt, Tilt. But I shushed it when I should have listened. I should have told my parents, No. No! I should have said, Thanks Mom and Dad, but no thank you. The offer is sweet, really. But no, we can’t join you. I didn’t though. And off we marched to our doom.
On Saturday my parents invited my little family along for lunch. We’d just stopped over at their house from a soccer game and they wanted to try out a new-ish authentic Mexican restaurant. I knew my kids were hungry; a little cranky. Not the time to try out a new restaurant. Nope, stick with what you know, you know? Go with the crowd favorite. Because if it didn’t pan out, shit was gonna go real south real quick. Like make way for an out and out derailment–the kind of derailment that inevitably has a messy end. That ultimately leads to a massive family of seven restaurant train wreck where onlooking fellow diners and grandparents alike feel helpless, but cannot look away. The horror.
Long story short, we Reinharts all derailed. We wrecked. Hard.
My kids did not like what was served. They were so hungry, but they are picky. They wouldn’t touch their food. Worse they were whiny and complain-y and LOUD. They fought with each other. At one point Oscar threw a tortilla chip and it hit a lady to the side of us. We walked over and said sorry. I took him out for a walk. But when we returned things were not better. Not better at all. No matter what Mitchell and I did or said there was just no finding the RESET BUTTON much less pressing it and starting fresh. Eventually we just gave up, tidied up what we could, and left my parents there to finish without us.
There in the minivan we held an immediate family meeting. I was going to find that RESET button, dammit, if I had to sift through all the broken pieces and wreckage from that meal. Mitchell and I took turns telling/yelling/expressing our frustration and disappointment and yes, anger, about each person’s choices at lunch. I empathized with them, because I know they’re young and they were hungry and tired. But rude is rude. And when it came down to it, that’s what their collective behavior was. It was rude. Later, after pb&j’s at home the bigger three wrote apology letters to Mimi and Grandaddy. As a family we talked about what is acceptable behavior and what isn’t. We all sat down and said what we’d do differently in the future. Listen. Follow directions. Be polite. Use manners. Do better.
Be better. Please don’t think I’m calling out just the kids. Mitchell and I had been at each other’s throats. Stress cycles through our home too. I’ve been known to fire off hateful texts. To stretch a bad mood to the breaking point. To be just as entrenched in the problem unable to lift my head up from the muck and see a solution. Eventually I crave resetting as my children do.
We finally found a way to decompress that afternoon. We calmed down. Finally, finally we found that freaking reset button. There under a mound of crappy emotions cleared away, there it was. We leaned on it together and flipped the switch. Team effort. Go Reinharts. RESET THIS FAMILY.
I’m not saying the rest of our weekend was perfect. Pffff perfect. Go away, perfect. We don’t do perfect. There were flare ups, but they weren’t as heated. The air didn’t feel as thick in our house (or the minivan for that matter.) We weren’t blowing up at each other over the teeniest of things.
Felt like the seven of us had each other’s backs again and that always feels good.
Until next time…..
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Yesterday after school my kids ran two doors down to play with our neighbors’ grandkids who come to visit a few times a week. At a point I went to check on them and chatted with the Grandmother. Are you sure you don’t mind if they all play down here? I know they’re a lot, I said.
Oh no, she assured me. Your kids are always so well-behaved. We love having them over.
Seriously? I had to smile at that. And laugh? I laughed. Thanks, I told her. I’m glad you see them that way.
And I was! I was so glad she knew them like I mostly do. So glad for fresh starts after stale ends. For lifts after slumps. For flows after ebbs. For calms after storms. For grins after grimaces.
For repairing after the derailing and learning from that work.
Because we all need to reboot after so long–babies, kids, adults–all of us. Again and again and again.
When’s the last time you hit reset?
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