My daughter is turning 4 in August. How could this have happened?? I realize that children are suppose to grow, but this is just ridiculous.
It seems like she just shot up over night. When she was born, she had these chubby little cheeks. She looked kinda like the caterpiller from the Labrynth. "Hello, wanna come inside and meet the missus?" Yeah that one. She had and still has these amazing green eyes that seem to look straight into your heart. Just hearing her tell me "I love you mama" makes me realize just how lucky I am. My daughter was so tiny. Now she is so big. She's potty trained, she feeds herself. She drinks out of a big girl cup. She can dress herself. What happened to my darling little girl who needed me for everything..?
"The important thing is that when you come to understand something you act on it, no matter how small that act is. Eventually it will take you where you need to go." -- Helen Prejean
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
"Mommy, You're Mean." - a note to myself.
I have no idea how I've let it get to this point. I try and I try to be a good mom. But I do get pushed over the edge more than I should, and it seems when I go over... everyone else does too. Emotions are always on high heat on the front burner. I need to learn to relax and chill out. My almost 4 year old daughter has noticed that mommy is too strict. She's noticed that I treat her and my almost 2 year old son differently. But that's just it.. that's not my intent. I'm not used to not knowing what to do. Every day that I look at my children my heart grows fonder and full of love. I love them more with each sun rise and a million times more by the time it sets that evening. I want to show it better. I want them to know it. I don't want them thinking that I'm mean. I adore them so much. Maybe I should be taking parenting classes online. Are there any anti-chronic-depressive-anonymous classes?! I know I have to do something. I have prayed about it. But I need to straighten up and realize that I have 3 other lived intertwined in my own life.
To Me: "get it together, stop stressing out and quit trying to get everything to go your way. It's never been your way before... get over it!"
To Me: "get it together, stop stressing out and quit trying to get everything to go your way. It's never been your way before... get over it!"
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
“Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
(said Christopher Robin to Winnie the Pooh)
Everyone has that one friend. The one friend that you can go to no matter what kind of question, no matter what kind of concern, no matter who you're mad about or even what you hate about yourself. That one friend is the one who answers ever sporadic question I have. She handles all my concerns so delicately as to not hurt my feelings but to get her point across. My friend agrees with me every time I tell her I'm angry with someone, not because I'm always right but because when someone ticks me off.. they tick her off too. And my dearest friend ALWAYS makes me feel better about myself no matter what I've said or done.
Alizon, she is my dearest friend. She went to school with my husband and we have never personally met.. in fact I can't even remember how we came to meet 5 years ago. I know it was through my husband, but that's it. She is practically on my speed dial. She assures me that I'm a good mother. She assures me that everything will be ok. Through thick and thin she has been there for me the past five years. I could never thank her enough for everything she has done for me. There are not enough words in this world that could even touch the gratitude I have for her. Not only is she my friend but she is my sister.
Think about that one special friend you have... think long and hard. Is that the friend who will come and pick you up on the side of the road in the middle of the night when it's 20 miles away? Is it the kind of friend who holds on to her baby boy clothes and send them to you because you don't have any? Is your friend the kind of friend that you can call anytime of day and night for any reason? Thank the Good Lord for your friend, and tell them just how much you love them!
well seeing as i blog while I'm at work.. this is enough until tomorrow.
Everyone has that one friend. The one friend that you can go to no matter what kind of question, no matter what kind of concern, no matter who you're mad about or even what you hate about yourself. That one friend is the one who answers ever sporadic question I have. She handles all my concerns so delicately as to not hurt my feelings but to get her point across. My friend agrees with me every time I tell her I'm angry with someone, not because I'm always right but because when someone ticks me off.. they tick her off too. And my dearest friend ALWAYS makes me feel better about myself no matter what I've said or done.
Alizon, she is my dearest friend. She went to school with my husband and we have never personally met.. in fact I can't even remember how we came to meet 5 years ago. I know it was through my husband, but that's it. She is practically on my speed dial. She assures me that I'm a good mother. She assures me that everything will be ok. Through thick and thin she has been there for me the past five years. I could never thank her enough for everything she has done for me. There are not enough words in this world that could even touch the gratitude I have for her. Not only is she my friend but she is my sister.
Think about that one special friend you have... think long and hard. Is that the friend who will come and pick you up on the side of the road in the middle of the night when it's 20 miles away? Is it the kind of friend who holds on to her baby boy clothes and send them to you because you don't have any? Is your friend the kind of friend that you can call anytime of day and night for any reason? Thank the Good Lord for your friend, and tell them just how much you love them!
well seeing as i blog while I'm at work.. this is enough until tomorrow.
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