This post was originally published on December 18, 2008.
Today we broke out our "Rice Table" for the first time this season. Basically it's a long plastic tub full of rice and toys to play and pour with (i.e. indoor sandbox). I spread a large camping tarp on the living room floor, roll the rice table out, then spend the next 15-20 minutes practicing deep breathing exercises in the hope that spilled rice won't go shooting across the room.
We've never had a throwing
rice incident (knock on wood), but many accidental spills. Oh yes,
hence the tarp. But since we have the tarp, why do those little spills
Control. I think that's what it boils down to - I'm a control freak in rehab. And the rehab center is my house - with a 5, 4, and 3-year-old administering the therapy. I've come a long way in my recovery, but I still have a long way to go. Luckily I have my "in-house" therapists with me for the next 15 years to help me out.
Jonathan also had control issues to work on today. For a variety of reasons, he wasn't able to watch a video with the other two children this morning. His little heart was broken and he was OUT of control! I could completely empathize, having had my own rice table experience earlier.
think it just goes to show, we're going through similar things at
different levels. Me and these little people, working our issues out together one day at a time. I'm grateful for second, third, and fourth chances to try again.
But it might be a few days before the rice table makes another appearance in the living room.
Anyone out there want to 'fess up with me to your own control issues?