Mom bloggers can sometimes get a bad rap. I’ve heard it said more than once that they make their homes and family life look better than they really are by editing out, enhancing in shiny, happy moments. I’ll admit that I thought the same thing but then I started a blog of my own and quickly came to a very different conclusion.
Posts in the "Kids" category:
I love being a nursing mother (well, most of the time). It became a very special time between my baby and myself. I admit, however, that one drawback to nursing remains: the hours.
Sometimes it feels like the mayhem of motherhood will never end . . . but if we take a second to think about it, we’ll realize that we’re surrounded by opportunities to savor “the last time.”
As a mother, it is easy for me to expect my kids to own their behavior and find the willpower to change it. Many times that should certainly be the case. But it is also important for me to remember that often their bad behavior has a cause, or multiple causes, and I very well could have a hand in the conditions they are experiencing, along with the resulting behavior.
“The pictures fade, the plaster cracks, the baby clothes I have carefully washed and folded away are all now yellowed, in spite of my best efforts. Even the memories fade a bit with the passage of time. But what remains are the all-important relationships we have forged.”
“What is precious? That which is rare and lovely and sought after. I do not see these frequent blow-ups as anything close to rare. Nor is a meltdown even half-ways lovely…But precious can also mean fleeting. And this is true. These moments of childhood, these rites of passage, are momentary. They are fleeting, and in and of themselves, they are strangely precious in their own little ways.”
A fun way to teach your children to focus on their blessings when they are faced with difficult situations. This is one you won’t want to miss!
Did my five-year-old know what being “a mess” meant? No, that much was obvious. So then why was it something she wanted to be? Then it hit me: Being a mess was something I had called myself. Is that what I want her to learn from me?