How I Calm My Preschooler

I have a really, really hyperactive 3-year-old. He never, ever stops going until he goes to bed. I'm not ready to call it true ADD because he's only 3, but getting that kid to focus is like trying to get me to stop pinning food to Pinterest. And when he gets bored, he whines. Folks, there are a lot of things I can deal with. Whining is not one of them.

But I have discovered a little secret to getting Landon to calm down, focus better, and for the love of Pete, stop whining.

Ready? Essential oils. Yes, again.

Here's what we use on a daily basis (often twice a day):

Lavender, Cedarwood and Valor on both wrists.

Joy on heart.

Vetiver, Cedarwood, and Lavender layered on big toe.

Problem Hyperactivity solved. He will sometimes even ask to go to bed (he quickly retracts this when he realizes he has to stop playing with his cars). Less whining, more giggling. His focus is typically pretty poor, but this also helps him calm down enough to do tasks without losing interest a few minutes in. I also use it before bedtime to slow him down so he's not jumping off the walls. ;)

He's in a lot of therapy for speech/low tone issues (ready more of his story here!), and his therapists always comment on how well he does the days that I apply the oils. The days I forget, he's more anxious, less focused, and I always want to kick myself that I left my oils at home!

My husband was just commenting this week about how much happier he's been lately. I LOVE that these oils balance our sweet little guy!

Don't bash 'em till you've tried 'em. These oils are the bomb-diggety-dog... hot dog, hot dog... never mind. I watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse too much.

If you want to sign up to get your own oils, check out my sign up page for more details! And, as always, feel free to email me with any questions. :)


But God... It's Not Fair

We were reading in Landon's bed before his nap this past week. I snuggled him close, smelling the scent of his freshly-washed hair. I couldn't help it; the tears came. For some reason, certain days are harder. "I just want you to be able to talk," I said, trying to smile through my tears. "I just want you to be okay."

He smiled his sweet smile back at me and nodded. "Uh-huh," he said, almost as if he were telling me it would be okay.

There are times when I am watching him play happily, giggling with his brother, being silly with his daddy, or sleeping peacefully, and just like that, the happy thoughts are replaced with accusations and questions.

It's not fair.

It shouldn't be Landon.

Couldn't You have picked someone else?

He doesn't deserve this.

It's just not fair, God.

So easily, I question the working of Providence. I doubt. I fear.  

But God never leaves me there. He gently pushes my mind back to Truth. 

And the truth is, I'm actually right (for once). It isn't fair. 

It isn't fair that God allowed me to have a baby. It isn't fair that he is healthy and beautiful and strong. It isn't fair that I get to stay at home with my babies and watch them grow and learn. It isn't fair that my children have an absolutely amazing daddy. It isn't fair that I have received such sweet, precious gifts.

Then again, Grace isn't fair.

As always, the battle for contentment comes back to thankfulness. I'm a slow learner, but He is a patient Father.

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