Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Questions

B-real took Big C to meet with our priest this morning.  She has some big questions that her parents even struggle to answer.  I was too sick to join them even though I would have been equally interested in his answers.  Supposedly it went well and Big C has his email for further inquiries.  Kind of neat to have that line to a spiritual advisor! 

The meeting this morning opened up some questions from this cute girl. She wanted to know if once you get to Heaven you can put in a request to God, like you do at the roller garden to the DJ, asking that certain types of people be born.  

Big questions for 9 a.m. towards a lady with a NyQuil hangover. 


Friday, September 19, 2014

My Least Favorite Part of Parenting

is nagging.

I hate it!  It is mostly my job here and not shared by the man of the home.  He is a big help around here but not so much with enforcement of work, behavior choices, follow through on requests.  You know, that yucky stuff. 




I hate to nag.  I hate to have that sort or relationship with my children where I am constantly asking them to do things.  It is so not fun.  And because we have made the decision to home school I feel like I experience more than families who choose school.  It is my all-day, every day. 

This weekend I asked for a day off.  I had to leave or lock myself in my bedroom. I had been home alone with the girls for five days and I just wanted to be void of responsibility.   Do any other moms ever feel that way?  You love your kids and your family but you just want a day off from the work of the job? 

Even the other day, when dad was home, and I had run out to do a few errands, the girls called me on the phone to ask their question.  Dad was somewhere around the yard.   I 'think' that's fairly common among families.   They need more practice with daddy.




I 'try' different ideas to eliminate the nagging.  My favorite is lists.  We do lists on the white board in the playroom.  School wise each girl has a planner with their daily responsibilities.  I may also be the mother of two forgetful children.  It makes it even more frustrating.  Frequently they go upstairs and forget what they are supposed to have done by the time they make it up the twelve stairs between me and their bedrooms.    The lists are nice because it removes me from their work.  Big C and little c know what's expected of them and what needs to be completed for the fun of the day to begin.  It's almost easier if they have their lists and I leave.  If not, I find myself judging their process and feeling frustrated in their approach to getting the lists done.    Going up and done the stairs four times to brush teeth, bring clothes upstairs, grab a library book that needs to be returned seems inefficient to me.  Really though, what matters is that the work gets done.  How they do it really is their own dealio.

I am also trying to reintroduce something I learned about when the girls were in their ECFE classes.  That fabulous concept of natural consequences.  For example, if we need to leave the house by a specific time and you haven't gathered your sunglasses you may have to suffer from squinting at the park.   Or if you forget your water bottle after I have reminded you; well you might be thirsty.  Nothing that will kill the girls though!  A little thirst, a little headache from squinting. 

Time blocking work makes them more focused and productive.  The other evening I told the girls dessert would be served at 6:30 only if they were downstairs having showered and put away their laundry before that time.  One child made it in the nick of time.  The other, not so.  And sadly only one daughter got to partake in dessert.  I hope the other daughter will remember mom means business and to hurry herself along a little more next time.

Motherhood is definitely a job.   Especially if you want to do it right and raise capable, responsible children.  And sometimes the mom needs a day off!

 
The mom at the National Orchid Garden in Singapore, after walking in the rain for miles.  It was a really nice day off :-) 

Karma

little c asked me this morning if I knew what karma was.  She is seven years old.  When I said "yes" I returned by asking if she knew what it meant.  Shockingly, she did, and her explanation was spot on.

She also told me her new dance teacher likely has a mental illness.  I asked her why she thought that might be the case.  I guess the teacher likes to pretend she is a princess and has a wand and magic fairy dust.  little c says the teacher is seeing things that don't truly exist.  She feels this is a good indication of mental illness.

One of my mom friends said only my child would come up with such thoughts.   

Back

I am going to be back to writing on my blog.  I have struggled because there are many things I want to write about here, like good children's books, our homeschooling journey, travel, remembrances from this time in the girls lives.  It seems scattered and like my blog should have a particular direction.

The authors of my favorite blogs say they write to remember and it's a way to document their lives.  I have been a diary writer since I could basically write words and I believe in a personal journal.  I remember when I initially wanted to be a writer and went to college to pursue that dream.  One of my professors told me that she recommends people write daily and that the best stories often come from those jottings. 

Trying to write down something before bed each night has been my goal but it often gets lost in the shuffle.  I also type much more quickly than I am capable of writing.  And my life frequently keeps me out of the house.  I ALWAYS have my phone and can write while waiting for a child at gymnastics or while I wait in the waiting room of the doctor's office.  I am not organized enough to keep my journal with me at all times.   I would need one for next to my bed and one for my large purse.   

So I want to write more to record these memories.  I hear stories of people using programs to turn their blogs into books.  Plus it's cathartic for me to write.  It always has been.  I am better in writing than in words out of this little mouth of mine.  And I feel better after I write it all out.

So to start with a few photos from the summer of blogging lull...


Celebrating our 13 year wedding anniversary.  Yes we're at the Mall of America.  I really wanted to ride that Teenage Ninja Mutant Turtles Ride.  

 B-real and I in Phuket, Thailand.  He had a conference in Singapore so I went with him and we added on a few days in Phuket. 

 

The girls on our boat.  Ages 10 and 8. 


I am back.