Saturday, January 11, 2014

Pride and heartbreak

My daughter is good at many things. But not great at anything that necessarily gets noticed. Like soccer or dance. She is kind, she is forgiving, she is funny, and she throws a tantrum like a professional.

I want her to have a few moments of immediate satisfaction ever so often.  There are two reasons for this. 1) I notice she gets lazy. She does just enough to be good. When she gets "good job" comments from others she works harder. 2) It feels good. Mom and dad can give her "good job"comments comments all day. But when a teacher or coach say it to her, it is gold.

The thing about my daughter is she is forgiving. She will forgive and forget. It is ok if you never has say "good job" or recognize her great work. She won't feel great, but she won't feel be mad. She will just say "it's ok."  Another thing she is great at. And another thing she won't be recognized for.

I am both proud of her and heartbroken for her.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Social media

Yeah yeah... you are expecting a hate on social media post. Anyone who knows me knows I love social media.

I live in a tiny town I did not grow up in are near. I stay in touch with my college and high school friends with facebook, instagram, and twitter. I use google+ to video chat as well.

There are many drawbacks to social media however. But you know them so I am not going to list them here.

Friday, December 27, 2013

A father

Dads need moms to step back. Let the kids and dads play. I am blessed to have a husband who enjoys his children. He plays with them, reads to them, includes them, and disciplines them. When I am working he takes them to lessons I normally would.

If women want to do everything they have to be willing to give up a little control.

Maybe I would not have dressed him like that or let her eat that before lunch. But they are still alive, right?

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Maybe I am wrong.

I believe in God. And maybe I am wrong. But maybe I am not. And I rather be wrong than the alternative. An alternative of not believing and then there being on.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Oh no she didn't!

Last evening I had to drive 30 minutes on ice covered roads to get myself to our local UrgiCare. My regular provider is on vacation.
I had my 8 year old daughter with me. I did not have my insurance card with me.

The receptionist was curt. And grumbly. I will not be treated with disrespect. Customer service is important to me. I have more or less been in customer service for 20 years.  And I can tell you I have crappy days. And I have been curt and grumbly with customers. No good comes of it.

I walked out. Daughter in tow. The office manager raced after me. I insisted that I would go to the hospital. It was fine. She pushed and I confessed my disgust with how I, a sick and in-pain person, was treated. She urged me to return to the office and be treated. She also apologized.

A kind NP examined me and called in a Rx for me.

I explained tothe my dear daughter that under no uncertain terms that she should never allow others to be rude to her. She should also never be rude. No good comes of it.  An analogy about honey and vinegar was included.

Friday, December 20, 2013

Inner voice vs. Pride

I do not know what you call it. Maternal instinct. Intuition. Gut feeling. Mine is not subtle. It screams at me. Keeps me up at night in some cases. It's is like a toddler who was never disciplined or sleep trained.

On Friday's I usually drive the kiddos to school. Today I needed to drop a Pampered Chef order off at a friend's before she heads out of town. If I did that but still wanted to drop them at school, I would need to leave the house almost 30 minutes earlier than usual. Fine, I thought. I can do that. We can do that. But all night I kept thinking and waking up to the thought that I should just call my father in law and ask him to take the kids to school. No. I can do it I assured myself.  At 6 am I realized I could not. It would be ok to throw up a white flag. I can't do it all. I missed my extra 5 minutes and extra kisses. But my friend has her goods, I am not stressed from having to rush (the road from her house to a main road is wretched so I had to crawl along), and the 36 gingerbread hopefully made it to school in one piece.

I guess there is a reason the voice in my head screams. Maybe I should listen more and stop being so selfish.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Never say die.

K told me when she is nine she won't be much in princesses.  That's sad to be. It is one more bit of childhood vanishing. I was a late bloomer and late at giving up Barbie. I was in 5th grade I think when I was informed that Barbie was not cool any longer. I may have held onto playing for a few more months. I hope my dear K holds on longer than most girls I interact with. Growing up is hard... if she can delay it she will not regret it.