An update…
I love my oldest but I think at the age of two she has learned how to be a smart ass. Everytime I tell her something she doesn’t want to hear she says “Huh?” and she will repeat it untill I yell and then in a sweet little toddler voice she says “Okay Mommy” Man she is good, nothing makes you feel more like a mean mommy than when you see those sad little pouty eyes and that puckered lip. Yesterday she decided it was her birthday, I had to call her dad to buy her a present and then of course we couldn’t forget her sister. And then she informed me I had to make a birthday cake. It ended up being bed time before she got to eat it and she has already reminded me this morning of wanting it so, I had better get to it before she flips out.
The little one is growing so fast. She is starting to put words together. I get the feeling that she is smarter than she can express with words sometimes. For example; if I play fight with my husband or any of my friends she cries and tries to stop them. One day Rob tried to sit on my head and the baby lunged on me to save me. I never felt so loved in my life.
I had a dream the other night. I was in my kitchen and I moved the trash can and I find a tiny owl, he couldn’t have been more than two inches big. He didn’t run from me or anything. Rob gave me a small plastic cage to put him in. For some reason I decided to take him in the shower with me. After my shower I forgot about him and when I came back he was dead. I looked up a dream interpretation and this is what it said;
“The owl is a symbol of wisdom, seriousness and thoughtfulness. Dreaming of an owl in the dream means that your judgement of a personal situation or a person was correct. It also could mean that some vague matter became much clearer. Seeing an owl in the dream may also mean that you should take good advice from others. Hearing an owl screeching denotes bad luck, frustration, grief or sadness. Catching an owl or seeing an owl in the cage means that you should be careful of weird people and bad company.”
I really like that you enjoy your children, and that you engage in pretend time with them. The celebration of the birthday thing was something I would have done; although, my son, my only child thus far, the absolute love of my life, is older, and we, quite obviously, don’t do stuff like that, anymore. He’s too old for that stuff, but not because I SAY SO, it’s because “it’s just not cool, anymore.” You know, stuff like that, but, I must say, and maybe even “toot my own horn”, I was THAT KIND OF PARENT, and I’m glad, grateful, and regretless for this. I was, and am a good mother. I was a good mommy when it was appropriate for him to call me that, but those days are gone. I’m sad about it because people always told me, “the years go by so fast, enjoy him,” and even though, of course, I DID thoroughly enjoy him, I mean, to the fullest, and I appreciated every second of our time together, I NEVER, in my wildest dreams thought there would be a day that…*sigh* I’m sure you get the picture, and I’m certain you’re wondering why the long post, too.
I guess I just wanted to express that I love a lot of your mothering skills, from what I read, but there’s one thing I noticed about young mothers. My sister, my older sister was my teacher, unwittingly, when it came to raising children. In short, she allowed things that I thought were good, right, and decent, but there were others that I knew wrong just WRONG-O. My niece-by-law has this same “attribute”, and I absolutely HATE it. Okay, well, first, let me explain. My sister’s kids are ALL grown, and my great nieces, the daughters of my niece-by-law are still little, five, and two. Now that I have that established, I’ll explain the plight. You see, my sister always wanted her kids to SPEAK UP for themselves, something we all want our children to do. Right? We don’t want them to get “backed into a corner” with no “fighting” skills. Well, in doing this, raising her kids, especially her girls, two boys, two girls, by the way, she (sis) got confused, and let her kids SMART OFF to anyone, and everyone. It was dispicable, to say the least! I would try, and talk to sis regarding this dilemna. She always had the same explaination, “I want my kids to stand up for themselves!” I understand, but, “Sis, you’re getting ’standing up for yourself’ and letting your kids get cocky with adults confused.” I also expressed, “Noone likes a snotty kid, PERIOD!” Well, in a nutshell, now that they’re grown, they, the kids themselves, wonder why “mom” let them speak this way to adults. They are ashamed of how they got to behave as children; moreover, they have low self-esteems because of this. You see, everyone remembers them as “the bratty, little kids,” and they know about this because the people who knew them as children, tell them that is how they still think of them. There was a reason I told you this story; however, I’m unsure if I can explain it, or if I understand the reason myself. Anyway, I hope it was useful, as well as entertaining.
Keep Up The Good Work,
Posted 1 year, 9 months agoBrooke
Hi Brooke : )
I re-read my post and I think I realize why you told me that story. I did make my two year sound like she smarted-off often. I always try to instill respect for elders in her by making her apologize for things she says and does even if she doesn’t understand why. We do time-out and after her punishment is over I remind her why she was put in the corner in the first place.
With all that said as a child I felt too restricted so as a teenager I rebelled. So with that reasoning I let my children have as much freedom as I can let them have. For example; play pens were used only for sleeping not to cage my kids, Gates are used sparingly, all the safe cabinets are not child proofed so that the kids can explore and make messes if they want. I try to give them choices when possible and please them reasonably. But then there are times when mommy can’t please and the gates go up. I hope that by letting them have freedom most of the time that they will understand the times when they can’t get what they want.
I saw your post on EvilClomid. I think tattoos in the most part are dumb. Although if I would have gotten one a couple years ago if I had the money or some encouragement. But I am SO GLAD that I didn’t. I do find an incredible exception and that is your childrens names or someone dear to you who has passed. I feel that tattoo’s like that would never be regretted. With that said I’m glad to be tattoo free. Because if I had gotten one it probably would have been a tramp stamp.
Posted 1 year, 9 months agoI’m SO SORRY this has to be quick because I would SO love to communicate with you more, but I have to spend time with the love of my life, my son. Yes, it’s Friday, and weekends are especially fun for us. Anyway, I swear, the more I read about your parenting skills and other “traits”, the more I notice how much we have in common. OMGosh, I can’t believe this. I mean, the “playpen thing,” and the freedoms that we want our children to have are so similar. I’m sorry that I’m keyboarding this so fast, as I really want to express way more. Another thing, I would like to, actually, e-mail you because I would like to talk in private, and not have the “whole world” know what…, well what’s what. (Do you) know what I mean? We have that in common, as well, the parenthesis (sp?) thing, I think. I thought I had read one of your posts, and used those for the same reason I do, to ensure that the reader knows you’re making a complete sentence, and not just the particle of a sentence. I know this is just a blog, and not a writing contest, but I take pride in doing things as properly as I can. I think I’m too obsessive, though because I’m that way about most things…LOL…
MM, you know, I know that you are a young mother, very young, and I’m SO impressed with how knowledgeable you are!! Also, I’m aware of the illness you and your girls have, and I know you don’t like to talk about it. Well, there’s YET ANOTHER thing we have in common, but back to the illness in your kidneys. I just want you to know that I’m stunned, shocked, SO sad about this, and I think that you’re very, very strong, but more on this subject, later. I really have to e-mail you,…um,…but how? I’m sure I can figure it out. Right? I mean, I’m “down here”, you know, down in the comment box where I can’t see much, but you must have an address. Ah huh,…I remember, you said that you wrote to me, via e-mail. That means that I can “REPLY!” Okay, (the) problem (is) solved…LOL…Okay, one last thing before I “let you go”, I just want to say that I really hope that you’re not offended by that comment left, yesterday. I, I don’t know what to say about why I wrote it. Hey, I’m at a loss for words. Amazing! Well, I want to definitely talk with you more, if you want. I don’t want to be a cyberstalker…LOL…I want to share much more, as well as learn about you, better. I hope that’s a possibility…
Peace,
Posted 1 year, 9 months agoBrooke
Oh, (I want to write) somthing about tattoos. I DO agree with you about “inking” a personal, meaningful message, picture, name, etc. I have thought about doing that, and IF if ever did get one, it would be something like my son’s name, with a saying that I absolutely love. I actually have it in gold, like a charm, the “saying” I would like tattooed; HOWEVER, it would be in a hiding spot. I know, it sounds weird, but I thought of having one done on the back of my neck, or on my low, low, back. My son, who has ALWAYS had an excellent sense of humor, wants one. Yep, and I told him that he could, but he that he HAS to think about it for at least a month! Unfortunately, I can’t express how I feel about this, so all I’ll say is: MUCH, MUCH passion in the idea of my son having a tattoo…Anyway, he wants to put…well, I’ll tell you in an e-mail, but not because it’s perverted, but because it’s his thing, and I respect his privacy, even though I know it’s not original. His idea has been done before, I believe. Actually, I sure it has been…Oh, jeez, (I wrote) another book…
Peace,
Posted 1 year, 9 months agoBrooke
Brooke- I’m not easily offended, and I didn’t think your post was at all so. I don’t mind talking about mine or my daughters disease, I just don’t want to be one of those people who drags on about it and solicits pitty. Besides right now they are fine just on a few meds its just a waiting gam
thought your son was 7 or 8 are you really going to get him a tattoo
Posted 1 year, 9 months agoI e-mailed you…
Hugs…(I) hope you get to read them today…
Posted 1 year, 9 months agoMy son is entertaining the idea of getting a tattoo, right now. So, I figure, when “the” time rolls around, he will forget all about wanting one, and if he doesn’t, my son and I will talk about it then. (I’m) sorry for the incorrect formatt of this leter, but, like I said, I’m such a perfectionist, and I try to do things the right way. Uh,…being in a hurry doesn’t help when trying to write something sincere. Oh, in regards to my e-mail, I will write you more stuff when I have a good long moment, all to myself…
Peace,
Posted 1 year, 9 months agoBrooke